#barkeep! frank

[ramp-it-up]

Bar All Else

Pairing: Barkeep!Andy Barber x Reader x Barkeep! Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Summary: Its Endgame for you three.

Part 12 of The Bar AU. This happens right after Good Morning.

Word count: 5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S/MUT! Read at your own risk. This has Everything: Angst, fluff, family holiday, coming out, polyamory, mlm. PWP, digital p, double p, anal, extreme oral, boys kissing, degradation kink, fun in the shower, praise kink, proposal in a home under construction (I had to do it.)

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The next morning, afternoon really, Andy and Frank somehow untangled themselves from you and were busy in the kitchen, making food that smelled divine. You sat up, stretched, and smiled, your body deliciously sore from the night’s, and morning’s activities.

Your heart skipped a beat at the thoughts running through your mind as you heard their soft murmuring from the other room. They were trying not to wake you, even though it was one o’clock in the afternoon. 

Doubts plagued your mind. Could you actually have both of them, could you be committed to two men? Did they really want a future with you, or just sex?

You chewed your lip and began to overthink as you took a quick shower and dressed in one of Andy’s flannels. You caught Frank and Andy smiling at each other over coffee as you padded into the kitchen.

“...Morning…”

Your voice was timid, shy even, and as they looked over and took you in, you were blushing as if you three hadn’t shared the most intimate acts a few hours ago.

“Good morning, Baby Doll.” 

Frank smiled at you and moved to come and kiss you on your forehead. You smiled up at him, basking in the warmth he gave you. Andy took you in wearing his shirt and in Frank’s arms, and his heart picked up pace.

How could a sight be more perfect? He moved toward you.

“Morning, Sweetheart. Did you rest well?”

You embraced Andy with your other arm, beaming up at him. 

“I slept like a rock. I was tired out for some reason.”

You winked up at him and smirked at Frank, realizing that this situation was definitely really happening.

“Hmmmm.”

Andy took your shoulders in his hands and looked at your face, concerned, as Frank moved to dish up the food.

“Are you alright? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

Andy was terrified at this moment. You saw the fear in his eyes and stood on tiptoe to peck his lips.

“I feel divine, well used, and satisfied. For now. Daddy.”

Andy exhaled and pulled you into him, eyes darkening. You could feel him thicken through his sweatpants.

“And we aim to keep you that way…”

Andy stared down at you, thinking that you really were a goddess. 

Frank cleared his throat behind you. 

“But first, let’s eat.” 

You raised your eyebrow over your shoulder at your other lover.

“Food, Baby Doll,” Frank intoned.

You giggled as Andy swept you off your feet and onto a barstool.

“What do you want, Baby Doll? An omelet, or French toast with bacon?”

You looked between the two men, eyes twinkling.

“Who says I can’t have both?”

You spent the lazy Sunday afternoon watching movies and pretending the outside world didn’t exist. Frank and Andy lavished attention, food, and water on you, making sure that you were alright. They didn’t want you to bolt again. You sensed their anxiety.

But you couldn’t stay in denial all day.

Andy was reading with your head in his lap, and Frank was massaging your feet at 7:02 pm as you scrolled your phone you let them have the truth.

“Guys…”

They both looked at you.

“I gotta go home. I have to go to work in the morning.”

Frank’s face fell and you looked up to see that Andy’s mirrored his. You sat up.

“I know. It’s been a beautiful weekend, but if I stay here, I would never want to leave. And we all have jobs. Time to go back to the real world.”

“This could be the real world, Baby Doll…”

You cocked your head at Frank and Andy spoke before you could ask your question.

“What he means is that we’d like to book you every Saturday night for the foreseeable future, Sweetheart.”

Andy and Frank shared a look as your heart melted. 

“And maybe a couple of nights during the week?”

Frank’s voice was hopeful. You thought this was going fast, but hell, you had wasted enough time. You smiled at them. 

“That sounds real nice.”

Your heart warmed as both of your men kissed you on the cheek. It was so pure. You all stood up they watched as you went into the bedroom to grab some of Andy’s sweats and the rest of your things. They had their heads together when you came out, but stopped and led the way to take you home. This time, when they took you home, you let them into your small apartment and it seemed that they filled up every available space. It was after 8 pm and you already felt lonely, although they were still there.

“I have something to tell you.”

Frank stood up straight, and Andy clenched his jaw, as if they were bracing form something. You were glad that you’d waited until you got home, or they would not have let you leave.

“I love you. I love you both.”

You felt hands on your waist, pulling you between them in your small living room. You peered into the ocean blue eyes in front of you.

“Say it again. Say that you love me.”

“I love you Frank.” 

You smiled up at him, realizing it was the first time.

“Fuck, I love you too, Baby Doll.”

You kissed him, pressing your body full length against his. Andy was right there bedside you. You reached for him while you were kissing Frank. When Frank released you, you turned and kissed Andy.

“And I love you, Andy”

“Fuck, I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. You know that,”

You kissed Andy tenderly. Then you leaned against the doorframe to your bedroom as they stood on either side of you. You felt like a rabbit in a wolves’ den, about to be devoured. The tension was thick but no one moved.

“So, what’s the rest of your night look like?”

Andy’s voice was gruff as he eyed your small bed. His mind was whirling with possibilities. Frank’s warmth behind you had you weak. 

“I-I was going to take a nice, hot bath. And then go to bed. I usually get up at 6:30 to go to the gym, but…”

“You’ve had your workout already?”

Andy had that look in his eye. You gulped. Frank’s hands were on your arms as the goosebumps rose on your skin.

“It’s just the thought of you, wet in the bath, wet with sweat. I need your liquid on my tongue…”

Frank had a way with words, and his satin voice in your ear had you trembling.

“And we know you’re probably sore.. So you don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

Andy’s voice was a little bit desperate. As if he hadn’t had you and Frank a few hours before. He was insatiable.

“We just need to taste you again…see you cum…hear you tell us that you love us some more…” 

Frank was practically begging. You felt so powerful. You stepped away from them to catch your breath. You shook your head. These boys were dangerous, looking like every girl’s fantasy.

“Well. My bed is small. But my shower is pretty huge. And since I’m already wet… why don’t you join me?”

You said this as you left a trail of the clothes you were wearing on the floor. Andy and Frank followed suit, all three of you naked as you greedily reached for one another under the hot spray of your showerhead.

Andy and Frank left you softly snoring in your small double bed that night, satisfied that they had sufficiently put you to sleep. You dreamed of them all night long.

You awoke to the sweetest Good Morning texts from them in the group chat. Despite your physical reminder of the weekend’s activities, you felt amazing and ready to conquer the week.

Your friends at work only smiled and winked at you, all except for Tia, who wanted all the details. You told her a little, but not everything, and all of your people supported you. 

This really could be a thing, you thought.

For the next three weeks, you lived in a blissful bubble, dating Frank and Andy separately one night a week each, and going as far as heavy petting with each individually. You saved the good good for the weekend when you were all together, and it was only then that you let yourself fully succumb.

When the weekend before Thanksgiving rolled around, you felt guilty for having plans to go home.

“It’s okay, Baby Doll. It’s only for a few days.”

You looked at Andy across the room as Frank held you in his arms. From the way your bearded lover clenched his jaw, you knew he didn’t like it, but he’d never admit it.

“He’s right Sweetheart, you’ll be back in no time. Remember that we love you.”

“And I love you both, too.”

The train ride home gave you time to think. You actually felt like you were leaving your real family behind in Boston. You wanted Frank and Andy. For as long as they wanted you, and you weren’t ashamed of it. You had to tell your family because you weren’t going to hide.

At Thanksgiving dinner, you kept peeking at your phone and smiling into your lap. God, you missed your two sweethearts. You answered the question of who you were texting when your mother asked. It was a big hit at the dinner table. The room erupted into scandalized expressions of fear and hate, but your mother surprised you when she defended you.

“Shut the hell up! She’s a smart girl, I mean woman. I don’t think she would be with someone who didn’t treat her right, now would you?” 

You stared at the person you thought would kick you out of the house when you told her, a lump in your throat.

You shook your head and smiled. 

“No, ma’am.” 

“And two good men? Tuh.  Let me know if you find any more.”

Your mother winked at you and then asked for someone to pass the mashed potatoes. 

After a heart to heart while cleaning up the kitchen that night, you floated off to sleep on a cloud of hope and possibilities, and when you boarded the train back to Boston, you were excited for an unnamed reason. 

You were greeted at the train station by Andy and Frank.

“Hey Sweetheart.”

Andy smiled at you and gave you a chaste kiss and hug.

“Baby Doll!”

Frank gave you a bear hug and twirled you around before he put you down.

You told them you were exhausted from traveling and they offered to take you to Andy’s place, promising to just hold you and be good. You just smiled and nodded, wanting to spend time with them.

The fireplace was on and the guys had started putting up Christmas decorations, including a new buffalo plaid throw over the back of Andy’s huge couch.

“Well this is cozy!”

You murmured as you took your jacket and scarf off and revealed a low cut thin pink cashmere sweater and jeans. 

Frank noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra and Andy’s eyes went to the tight jeans. They gave each other a look.

You went to the kitchen island to get out the popcorn popper.

“Let’s watch a scary movie!”

Frank and Andy hung back, watching you and your body move in the kitchen. They whispered to each other, remembering that you were tired.

“She’s trying to kill us.”

“No question.”

“Be strong.”

“Yes.”

“What are you guys mumbling about?

You turned around with the bowl of popcorn, bringing some kernels to your mouth, that Ruby Woo making your lips pop, especially when you sucked the butter off your fingers.

“I’m gonna get thirsty. Got anything I can drink?”

You looked up at them with those tits in that sweater and those lips and…

“You want water or spirits?” 

Andy cleared his throat and moved behind the island.

“Mmmmmm. Water.”

“So fucking cute, Baby Doll.”

“Thank you Frank.”

You batted your eyes at him as Andy handed you the ice water. You grabbed it with a smile and a kiss on his cheek, then moved to the couch with your goodies. Frank looked at your lip prints on Andy’s jaw and his silly look on his face and was jealous for an instant.

Frank reclined on the sofa, toeing his shoes off and putting his feet up on the coffee table while Andy got the movie ready to go. You sat next on Frank, but upright.

Frank patted the cushion beside him.

”Don’t you want to relax, Baby Doll?” 

You smiled and just crossed your legs, indicating your pink high heeled boots. Frank’s kryptonite..

“My shoes. Don’t want to get the couch dirty.” 

Frank licked his lips and started sweating as Andy shook his head. Frank was on his knees in an instant.

“Let me.”

You smiled, leaned back arching your spine and presenting your foot. The action made your breasts poke through your sweater and Andy squirmed. Watching Frank slowly and delicately take your shoes off didn’t make his pants any looser.

Frank was now wearing his own silly grin as he took his place beside you and you scooted next to him, curling your feet under you.

Andy cleared his throat.

“Are we ready?”

You nodded and smiled at him. And then Frank. This felt so good. You were content, wedged between your darling men, until the jump scares started, and then you were frightened, turning and hiding your face in Frank’s shirt, leg thrown over his. Andy wasn’t mad, because at this point, you were giving him all the ass. He slid closer to you and Frank and placed the throw over all three of you. And you fell asleep between the two people who were very likely to be the loves of your life.

Andy and Frank took you to brunch the next day, and to look at the unfinished condo space next to The Bar. The energy changed as you walked into the unfinished space, and as you looked between them, you saw excitement dancing in their eyes. The smell of raw wood and plaster invaded your senses and your heart rate rose. You got excited as well for all of the potential around you.  They both watched you as you slowly turned around, taking in the structure, which was basically an open concept for the entire floor, except for a couple of rooms roughed out on one end.

“We have about another month to finish the drywall, painting, and finishes.”

“Wow! This would be a great space for entertaining!”

Andy and Frank gave each other a look before Andy spoke.

“That’s what we were thinking.” 

“We’d have a little bar, and a kitchenette over here to help with food, and then open space for a table and mingling. This would be the guest suite for visitors.” 

Andy motioned to the roughed-out rooms.

Your smile slipped a little.

“What?” 

Frank picked up on your cues so well.

“Well… It’s your space, I was just thinking…” 

You looked at them.

 “I’ll just shut up. That sounds nice.”

“No, Sweetheart, ‘d Love your input.”

Frank spoke up.

“Yeah. The woman’s touch.”

You smiled at them, grinning again. 

“Well, I think the kitchenette and bar should be over there, it will improve the flow and allow space for more seating over here.”

“That’s an amazing idea. And you’re absolutely right.”  

Andy looked at Frank.  

“Why didn’t we think of that?”

Frank smirked at him. “Because we’re idiots.”

“True.” 

Andy smiled at him and then held his hand out to you.

“Let’s look at the rest of the space.”

You smiled and took Andy’s hand and followed him up the stairs, with Frank trailing behind you.

You emerged into another open space, but with a wall of windows on one side.

“This will be the more informal living space, with a movie screen there with more comfortable seating,” Frank pointed to a blank wall, “and the chefs kitchen over there.”

“I like that, and then whoever is prepping food, or if both of you are prepping, you can still see the screen.  You will have shades, automatic, I hope?”  

You looked at Andy and Frank.

“Both of us prepping food?” 

Andy moved closer to you, coming behind you and clasping you around the waist, lowering his head to brush your neck with his lips. 

“So you will have us cooking for you all the time?”  

You allowed yourself to fall into his embrace and hummed, inhaling the spice of his cologne for a minute until you really heard what he’d said. You hadn’t realized that you had closed your eyes until you opened them to see Frank staring at you with a silly look on his face.

“Wait, what?”  

You turned out of Andy’s grasp as Frank went and stood beside him.

“Before you freak out, there’s another floor.” 

Frank grabbed your hand this time.

“But…”

He ignored you as he led you up the stairs. You three came out on the third floor which had several walls for rooms constructed. They led you through three rooms of about the same size with two rooms off of each, and then a fourth, larger than the rest, with one semi-large room connected to it.

“What is all this?” 

Your heart was beating fast at the implication of what was happening.

“These are bedrooms, three with closets and en suites, and one with just an en suite bathroom.”

Frank indicated the largest room. You looked at them and went in to inspect the large room. It had a huge window and the bathroom was a very good size.

“We want the largest bed they make in here,” Andy looked at you as he spoke.

“One big enough for three people,” Frank responded.

Your mouth dropped open.

“And in the bathroom, a huge jetted tub,” Frank continued.

“One big enough for three people.” Andy looked so sincere. 

You were floored.

“Ummmm. So four bedrooms for how many people?”

“Three. We figured that individuals might want your privacy at times. But there might be times when we’d all agree to be together.”  

Andy was definitely nervous now. But you thought about what he said about the big bed.

“So these three people might all sleep together, or sleep separately?”

“Or maybe two would sleep together if one wants to be alone?” 

Frank’s voice made you turn toward him. 

“We didn’t want anyone forced to be in a shared space.”

They thought of everything.

“Sounds like an interesting arrangement.” 

You went to the window and looked out over Boston Harbor. It would be a beautiful view to wake up to. And to do it in between two beautiful men would be an added bonus.

You heard Andy’s voice next.

“And when children come, we can get a house out in the country, with lots of land for them to run around.”

You gasped and turned back to them to see the space where they had been empty. You looked down to see Andy and Frank both down on one knee. 

“Is that something you’d be interested in?”

Your hands were up around your mouth, and you didn’t know if you were breathing. This couldn’t be what you thought it was.

“What exactly are you two asking me?”

Frank spoke next.

“When you went to spend the holiday with your family, we decided that we couldn’t let another come and go without telling you how much we both want a family with you.”

You looked away from Frank to Andy, whose eyes tried to hold yours, but you couldn’t get caught up. Your eyes darted around the unfinished room. Everything was happening so fast.

Andy, then Frank reached into their pockets and brought out two rings, seemingly odd pear shaped diamonds in gold bands.

“We know it seems like a short time since we got back together, but we wanted to do this last year.”

The men looked at each other, and then back at you. Then, in perfect tandem, they said:

“Y/N Y/LN, will you marry us?”

You mouth was hinged open as you stared at them.

“You are the woman of my dreams, Baby Doll.”

“I can’t imagine life without you, Sweetheart.”

The blood was rushing in your ears and you opened your mouth.

Suddenly everything stopped and you yelled, “Yes! Hell yes I will marry you!”

You were in shock at what you’d just said as Frank and Andy both picked you up. Then they put you down and placed both rings on your hand, Andy’s first, and then Frank’s.  When they were both on your hand, the two diamonds formed a heart. Suddenly, the view was blurry.

“Oh my gosh. Andy! Frank!”

You looked up at them with tears falling down your face.

“Is this really happening?”

“You bet your ass, Baby Doll.” 

Frank beamed down at you as he kissed you.

“Absolutely, Sweetheart. You’re stuck with us. Both.”

“For life,” you said, smiling at both your men. 

Suddenly the energy changed. 

“Let’s go back to my place. To celebrate. With champagne.”

The look on Andy’s face made you shiver as you remembered your last encounter with Moët in the storeroom. Frank remembered watching that encounter on the camera, and you thought of that as you looked at him, remembering his confessions you over the last few weeks.

“Let’s go.”

You were more than ready.

If you didn’t know any better, you would think that your men were trying to get you tipsy. You were on your third glass of bubbly while you admired your ring on the couch as both men’s hands were up your shirt and they marked up your neck. You giggled, until Frank thrust his hand down your jeans, parting the thick lips of your cunt as Andy took over teasing both breasts.

“Oh.. oooohhh. Yes, Daddy. Pinch them harder.”

You arched your back as Andy did as you requested and Frank thrust two fingers inside you. You rode Frank’s fingers as Andy leaned down to minister to your nipples, sucking and licking them with an urgency.

“Missed you while you were away. So much.”

“It was just a couple of days, Silly.”

You laughed at your serious fiancé.

“Any time away from you is an eternity, Baby Doll.”

Frank leaned up to kiss you while he fingered you, then pulled Andy’s head up to slip his tongue into his mouth.

You came on Frank’s hand as you watched the two men kiss. They pulled apart, panting and staring at each other. Then they turned their eyes on you. They stood up as you did and watched you take off your pullover and watched as you unbuttoned your jeans and peeled them down your legs, showing them your perfect bottom.

“Can I have you both?”

“What a question.”

Frank chuckled and started undressing, watching Andy stroke himself outside of his pants as he watched both you you.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Andy slowly undressed as he watched you reach for Frank to come around the back of the couch which you were facing. You leaned over and kitten licked his tip as the younger man threw his head back. Once naked, Andy came behind you and stroked your hair, running his hand down your spine, causing you to give him that arch. You looked behind you as you stroked Frank’s rigid cock.

“Stop teasing the man and give him your throat.”

You watched Andy get on his knees and start stroking himself as he parted your lips. Frank turned your head back around and painted your lips with his precum before shoving his cock in your mouth, filling your airway with his flesh. You moaned around him as Andy’s tongue licked you from clit to ass, inserting his tongue in every crevice. He played with your nub like taffy and had you, and by proxy Frank, on edge in no time.

You watched Andy and Frank on the bed kissing passionately. You got wet just watching them, it was so hot. Their cocks were so hard. Your heart started beating faster as you climbed on the bed, the kiss between them becoming a three-way. All three of your tongues met and danced. Soon, Andy and Frank broke away and their lips, tongues, and hands traveled to your neck, your ear, your breasts, or any sensitive part of your body that they knew so well. You knew you’d never experience such intense sensations than having these men’s hands and mouths on you.

Frank detached himself and lay back on the bed, his hard cock waving in the air. You moved to touch him, but he stopped you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up toward him.

“On my face Baby Doll. Need to taste you.”

Frank turned you around so that you faced his cock, and you climbed on carefully as he roughly pulled you down on his mouth. His tongue started doing unspeakable things to you and your eyes closed before they opened at the sound of another mouth slurping. You opened your eyes to see Andy licking and sucking Frank’s cock while staring at you. That powerful feeling returned and you took your nipples in your hand and teased them as you shivered on Frank’s lips and tongue.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Ride his face.”

You obeyed and pulled your nipples harder as you watched Andy cause Frank to moan into your cunt.

“How does it taste, Andy?”

He pulled off with a pop. 

“So good.”

Andy grinned at you.

“Wanna share?”

You smiled back and leaned over to tongue kiss Andy around Frank’s cock, causing him to come up for air and smack your ass as he groaned.

“Holy Fuck, that’s good!”

You start handling Frank’s balls and he started panting into your cunt.

“Fuck!”  

He breathed and went back in for more, inserting fingers to get what he wanted.

When you came on his tongue, Frank yelled at his own release, deep down Andy’s throat. After he recovered, he grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed, so that your ass was almost hanging off. He got behind you, took your legs and spread them wide, holding them open for Andy, who was panting and feral, watching the scene.

“Don’t just stare, Andrew!”

Andy took his cock and lined it up, looking up to watch your face as he slid in. He sheathed himself to hilt and you keened as you felt him pounding inside you.

“Oh Andyyyyyy!”

“Fuck! You got me about to come already. So gotdamn tight. Fits like a glove.”

He looked up at Frank.

“You don’t understand how good this feels…”

“The fuck I don’t. Feels amazing. Fucking you is a close second.”

You watched as Frank leaned over and grabbed Andy by the back of the neck and kissed him

“Fuckkkk!”

You moaned as your pussy got wetter at that sight and convulsed around Andy’s cock. He looked down at you, lips wet from the kiss.

“You like that?” 

Andy hissed as he started fucking into you slowly. Frank reached down and rubbed your nipples.

“You like to see your boys together?”

“Yesssss.”

Frank pulled Andy’s hair and kissed him again.

“Fuck. So hot.”

“Squeezing me like a vice, Sweetheart.”

“Make her cum on your cock, Baby.”

Frank held you down and open for Andy.

“I know how you like to run, so be a good girl and take it.”

Andy started snapping his hips harder, watching your face as Frank talked you through it, how you bit your lip when he twisted first one nipple, then the other. Before you knew it, Andy was pounding you ferociously as Frank spoke praise in your ear.

“Good girl, taking that pounding like a fucking champ. Your our cum hungry little cumslut, arent you? How bout you cum on Andy’s cock without anybody touching your clit, Beautiful Baby Doll. Then I can clean both of you up.”

“Oh Goddddddd!” 

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you exploded around Andy’s dick. Two sets of hands held you down to take it. Andy pounded you out and groaned as Frank did the same to him.

“Fuck, can’t… hold it.” 

“Give it to us, Baby. Soak that clit for me.

Andy pulled out and fisted himself over you, literally growling as he spurted all over your cunt. Your chest heaved as you and Frank both stuck your tongues out to catch some of Andy’s spend. 

“Suck a fucking good girl for us.”

Frank sucked the remaining cum off of Andy’s softening cock and then went to town on you as Andy rolled on his back beside you.

Andy looked at you and smiled at your half lidded eyes as Frank started feasting on your sloppy pussy.

He pulled your face toward him roughly.

“Look at me when our fiancé is eating you out.” 

His deep voice rumbled through you and met Frank’s moans as he lapped you up.

You whimpered, “Yes Daddy.”

Andy fondled your tits and then wrapped his hand around your throat at the same time Frank wrapped his lips around your clit to suck. It was insane how in sync they were.

Your back bowed as Frank sucked a massive orgasm out of you, and you swore you blacked out, because the next thing you knew, you were being lifted into the shower, and lovingly washed by two sets of hands. 

“I love you Frank. Love you Andy. I love you so much.”

“Love you too Baby Doll. Love you to the moon, Sweetheart. Now just relax.”

You were exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep between your future husbands, secure in the knowledge that barring anything, you would have love and security for the rest of your life.

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Bad Girlfriend

Frank Castle x f!reader

TW: smutty smut (minors DNI pls), alcohol consumption, slightly jealous!Frank, pinch of degradation/praise, public sex🤭

A/n: This song popped up on my shuffle and all I could think about was Frankie being proud of his badass girl 🥵😍 Happy Beardthal Bash, fellow delulus 😏

The two of you often found yourselves here: getting hammered in your favorite little dive bar in Hell’s Kitchen. It was close enough to walk home, so this was basically your excuse to get shit-faced then go home and eat whatever alcohol-fueled concoctions you could come up with and each other.

Tonight started out just like every other night at the hole in the wall you’d come to love. Frankie sat on a barstool behind you while you swayed and danced to the music, stopping every so often to wrap your arms around his neck and plant a sloppy kiss on his lips.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight, baby?” Frank whispered into your ear while he held you close.

“Only about a hundred times, Frankie,” You giggled and pulled away to give him a flirtatious smirk.

“My girl just looks so,” he paused and looked you up and down before sliding one hand down your back, reaching your curved bottom and giving it a nice squeeze, “good.”

You squealed his name at the feeling and swatted his hand away, trying to acted embarrassed and not totally turned on. He just smiled that heartbreaking smile and pecked you on the lips before you turned around to dance between his legs some more.

A few minutes passed before you felt a strong hand on your waist.

“Gonna hit the head. Wait here?” Frank pecked your cheek before sliding out from behind you.

You took his spot on the barstool, waiting for the bartender to come over so you could order another drink. It was as good a time as any to quickly check your phone, making sure there weren’t any fires needing put out by you or Frank. You scrolled aimlessly through your notifications, nothing popping out at you as “urgent,” so you slid it back into your purse and smiled at the barkeeper you’d come to be friendly with. He signaled you he’d be there next, so you let your body start swaying to the music again.

“Pretty girl like you really here all alone?” You hadn’t noticed that a tall, muscular beef cake-looking guy had sat down on the stool next to you until he spoke.

“Oh,” You scoffed quietly as you realized he was flirting with you, “Don’t need company to have a good time, right?”

He laughed a little too hard as the bartender slid your mixed drink in front of you.

“Put that on my tab, bro,” The man piped up as you took a sip. You tipped your glass his way in thanks. This was going to be so fun.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Frank take a seat at a barstool a few feet away from you. He had a smirk on his face as the barkeeper gave him a confused look. Frank must have muttered something about his little game as the bartender shook his head and laughed while handing him a new drink. His eyes were glued to you as you slowly slid back onto your feet, letting the music sway your hips as you listened to your admirer going on and on about his gym routine or something.

Your new friend, Justin or Jason or something like that (you chose not to remember), was still going on about his favorite protein powder when you felt a hand on your arm, “So, what do ya say we take this party to my place?”

You stopped dancing and shot a glance over to Frank. He was clearly not happy based on the way he gripped his glass so hard you thought it might shatter, but stayed in his seat as he rubbed his free hand over the back of his neck, trying desperately to keep his cool.

“I appreciate the offer, Jackson, but I have somewhere to be,” You spoke sweetly as you set your empty glass on the bar top and went to turn away.

“It’s Jordan,” He corrected and kept his hand on your arm, tightening his grip just enough for you to notice, “Come on, baby, I just wanna get to know you better.”

The pet name triggered something in you — something that had your adrenaline pumping and led you to react before you even realized.

In one swift motion, you gripped his bulky wrist and twisted his arm in towards you, threatening to pop his elbow out of place and dropping him onto his knees in an instant.

You didn’t see Frank come over to you, but when you glanced back up he was right beside you with his hand on the arm you currently had on the creep.

“Tsk,” Frank tutted as he reached up to cup your face, “Baby, you don’t want to hurt the little boy, now do you?”

You smiled and let go of the man’s arm as Frank leaned in to kiss you deeply, claiming what was his.

It was the muttering of “crazy fucking bitch” that broke Frank’s lips away from yours and lead his fist to collide with the guy’s jaw. He tumbled back into the foot rail on the bar and pressed a hand to his already-swelling cheek.

“Thanks for the drink!” You exclaimed cheerfully as Frank wrapped his strong arm around you and headed for the door. He stopped only to hand a fifty-dollar bill to his barkeeper friend with a small “sorry” and cheeky grin on his face.

——

The two of you strolled into the brisk night air as if nothing had happened. You walked in relative silence until you reached the corner of the building when Frank pulled you into the dark alleyway beside it.

You gasped as Frank slammed his lips to yours, his broad hands already wandering all over your body.

“Frankie,” You whined between kisses, “What are you doing?”

“My girl is tough as nails,” He kissed his way down your jaw to your neck, “And so fucking sexy.”

You giggled as his stubbly face tickled your clavicle, trying to keep your knees from buckling, “So you like seeing me with other guys, then?”

Your teasing did exactly as you hoped. Frank stood up straight looked down at you, a pained look under his furrowed brows, as his hands worked feverishly on unbuckling his belt. You bit your lip to hold back an excited moan from escaping your lips.

“No, baby, I don’t,” He hummed as he hiked your dress up around your waist, wasting no time dragging his thick fingers over your aching core, “Now I gotta remind you who you belong to, huh?”

Before you could come up with a snarky response, Frank slid your panties out of the way and rubbed tight circles over your throbbing clit. You settled back against the wall in a desperate attempt to stay upright. He practically growled in your ear as he boxed you in against the wall, his strong arm reaching under your knee to give him more access to your dripping center.

“That what you wanted, huh?” He slid two thick fingers into your tight hole, your nails digging into his back and eyes rolling shut, “Wanted me to fuck you out here in front of everyone like the good little whore you are?”

You gasped as he fucked his fingers into you hard and fast, his jeans growing tighter by the minute. You clawed at his toned shoulders as you already teetered on the edge. The way Frank’s thick fingers stretched you so deliciously and his thumb worked tight circles over your clit had you keening under his touch.

“Fuck, Frankie,” You panted into his shoulder, biting down to keep from crying out, “please.”

He pulled his fingers out of you with a pop and a gasp escaping your lips. Before you could even whine at the loss he had his jeans and boxers pulled down just enough to free his achingly hard cock. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly sank in, filling you all the way to the brim before both of you let out desperate groans.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so fucking tight,” He growled into your ear as he hiked your other leg up off the ground, his broad body holding you up against the cool brick wall.

He slowly slid almost all the way out of your dripping cunt before slamming his hips back into yours, a high-pitched wine danced from your lips and made Frank twitch inside of you.

Frank set a hard and fast pace and he kept plowing into you, over and over, until you felt yourself approaching the edge once again.

“Frankie,” You panted, your fingers gripping onto the short hairs at the back of his neck, causing a hiss to escape Frank’s gritted teeth.

“Tha’s right,” One of his hands wrapped around your thigh to put a delicious pressure on your pulsing clit, “Cum all over daddy’s cock, baby, come on.”

You felt Frankie’s hand cradling the back of your head as your walls squeezed his cock rhythmically. Your legs shook in his grasp and your hands grabbed at every part of him you could reach as the white hotness rushed through your veins. A string of praises spilled out of Frank’s parted lips as you fell apart around him.

Good fucking girl.

So goddamn beautiful, baby, look at you.

Attagirl fuckin’ squeezin’ me like that.

Gonna fill this little pussy up; make you mine, baby girl.

All you could do was frantically buck your hips into his as your mind slowly settled back down to earth, the overstimulation already fogging your brain again.

Frankie’s cock pounding into you, the brick scratching lightly at your exposed skin, the chance of someone turning the corner and catching you two like this — it all felt too good and another high came crashing into like a fucking train before you could even recover from the first one.

Frank crashed his lips into yours to keep you both from moaning out into the wind. He couldn’t hold back anymore as your walls clenched around him again and he fucked into you even harder as he filled your cunt with hot, white ropes of his seed.

You stayed in each other’s arms for another moment, panting and trying to catch your breath. Frank’s forehead rested against yours as he let out a shaky laugh.

“Holy shit, sweetheart,” He kissed the tip of your nose and carefully slid out of you, your feet slowly sliding back down to the ground.

“Holy shit yourself, Frankie,” You gripped his shoulder reflexively to keep from falling on your face, even though Frank’s strong hands held you firmly in place in front of him.

He laughed a fuller laugh this time, smoothing your dress back down over your shaky thighs. He pulled you into his chest and planted a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let’s get you home, you fuckin’ tease,” Frank winked at you before sliding his arm around your waist.

You let out a gasp of feigned shock, your hand coming to rest over your open mouth.

“Francis! I would never,” You couldn’t even finish your thought without a giggle bubbling up from your chest.

Frank just grumbled a sarcastic Mmmhhm and pulled you closer to him before heading off in the direction of home.

It was going to be a long night and you couldn’t be more excited about it.

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

Northern Attitude

Summary: Frank Castle x fem!OC (meant to be interpreted as Frank Castle x Reader). As Frank realizes that he and Wren are growing closer, he lashes out in fear. Hurt/comfort ensues.

Content Warnings: she/her pronouns used for Wren, misogynistic language, swearing

WC: 2.3k

Note from the author: This is my first ever fic so please let me know if you like it! Lore for the universe that this story takes place in can be found here!

“If the sun don't rise 'til the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. Oh, I was raised on little light”

—Northern Attitude by Noah Kahan (it’s a great song! Check it out.) 

In hindsight, she shouldn’t have pushed him so far when he was already in a bad mood. Though, to be fair, she just wanted to help. 

“Frank, please…” She tried again, her resolve standing strong despite his complaints. 

“No, Wren. It’s getting cold. We can’t be stopping for every little thing.” He pushed ahead, not looking at her. 

“Little thing? Frank, you got stabbed—“

“‘Stabbed’ fuck’s sake. He barely touched me. Besides, bleedin’ comes with the territory.”

“Gods above,” she rolled her eyes. “Please, just stop for a moment so I can take a look? If it gets infected—“

“‘m fine Wren,” he grumbled. “Drop it.”

“It won’t take long. Just a few minutes to clean and rewrap it!” She offered, hopefully. 

“No.” 

“But—“

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WREN. NO!” Frank roared, spinning to face her. Wren stepped back slightly as he continued. “You think that because you’re here now, stuck to me like a thorn in my side, I need your help every time some bastard nicks me? I was damned alright on my own. Stop fuckin’ pesterin’ me about it and start walking.” 

Frank spun back to the trail, stomping away, boots crunching on the partially frozen soil. 

Wren pressed her lips together, guilt welling up in her throat. She shifted her pack to the other shoulder and started after him, keeping farther behind than before. 

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After a few hours of walking in tense silence, the pair finally stopped at an inn. While she was quite ready for a meal and a break from trekking through dense forest, she’d been dreading this conversation for miles. 

“Frank,” she started hesitantly, “did you, um, want two rooms tonight or..?”

“Why would we waste coins on an extra room? We ain’t exactly swimming in riches these days.” He snapped at her, walking inside. 

“Oh, right. Sorry,” she murmured, trailing behind. 

The pub was crowded, but it was warmer than outside. Wren let out a breath of relief, pulling the hood of her cloak away from her face. Frank, ever the menace, left his black hood on, shoving through patrons to get to the bar. 

“What can I get ya?” The barkeep trained her eyes on Frank. 

“Beer.” He grunted, pushing a few coins towards her. 

“And a room, if you have one.” Wren added, walking up next to him, adding another handful of coins. 

“You got it.” The barkeep smiled, passing Frank a foaming pint and Wren a brass key. “Upstairs, 3rd door on the left, love.” 

Wren thanked her softly and headed off to the stairs. 

Frank set to work draining the glass in front of him. Sighing, he dragged a hand down his face. Fuck, he was tired. The wound in his side ached like hell, and his argument with Wren had set him on edge. It had been years since he’d had someone else to worry about, to care for, to let care for him—it was difficult letting that happen again after…everything. If he could muster up the courage to let his guard down, he wouldn’t mind her help stitching him up. She was always so gentle about it, and the way the warmth from her delicate touch would linger on his skin—

Frank’s dangerous train of thought was interrupted by uproarious laughter from a group of drunk patrons to his left. 

He gave a low snarl and took a swig of his beer. He was simply escorting Wren. They had been headed the same way and it didn’t make sense to pay more to travel alone. He’d wanted to make it clear that their companionship was a matter of convenience but, somewhere in the fog of shared beds and soft reassurances, the lines had been crossed. He didn’t need her. Well, he didn’t use to. The urge to just break down and give in to her sweetness got stronger by the day. And it scared the shit out of him.

It was clear that he needed to distance himself from her somehow, or he’d be sucked into her trap. Sighing roughly, he dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. Someone in front of him cleared their throat. 

The barkeep passed him a fresh beer and a bowl of stew. He looked up, curiously. The bartender smiled, “On the house. Somethin’ tells me yer girl would have my head if I gave ya nothin’ but one crap beer on a night like this.” 

Frank forced a chuckle, trying not to let the comment add to his existing emotional turmoil. “Thanks.” 

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As he finished his meal, savoring its lasting warmth, he felt a presence over his shoulder. “How was it?” Wren murmured as she took a seat next to him. 

“A’right.” Gulping down the last of his beer, he wiped a hand over his mouth and stood from his chair from his chair. “I’m gonna head up. Don’t be long.” And with that, Frank was gone. 

Wren sighed, giving a small wave to the bartender and tossing more coins to her. Once provided with her own bowl of stew, she ate quickly and headed up to the room to face Frank for, what she hoped, would be the last time before a good night’s rest. 

When she opened the door, the light was dim, but she could make out Frank’s form on the floor next to the bed. 

“Did the mattress offend you?” She prompted him.

“We ain’t sharin’ tonight.” He grumbled, clearly nearing sleep already. “Take the bed. I’m fine down here.”

Not wanting to set him off again, she simply murmured “Alright…” and set to work dressing for bed. 

She worried her bottom lip as she settled under the covers, running through the past few days in her head, racking her brain for the cause of his outburst today. Blinking back tears, his words echoed in her head. 

“Stuck to me like a thorn in my side…fuckin’ pesterin’ me” was she being so bothersome? She’d been more open about her concern recently, but he had too. Hadn’t he? It was clear he wanted to seem like she meant nothing to him most days, but that couldn’t be entirely true. After all, his current stab wound had been obtained while wailing on a group of drunk thugs for calling her his “outspoken, unsightly whore”. 

The longer she thought about it…maybe that wasn’t a defense of her at all. Maybe she’d let her judgment of his actions become clouded by her own desire—to love and be loved. Maybe Frank had been defending his own honor, angry that he’d been so publicly associated with her. 

The tears were falling freely now, all of her resolve being poured into keeping quiet and letting him rest. Since when had she given this much of a shit about his feelings towards her? He had always made it clear, this was temporary. But the close contact and lingering stares had sparked hope in her naive little heart. 

She thought back to the first time they met. The argument they’d had over their combined fate. 

“Even if I believed in destiny, you sure as shit ain’t mine, kid. Get on your way.” Maybe she should take his former advice. 

Frank shifted on the ground, startling her slightly. She took a deep breath, deciding to speak with him in the morning. If Frank truly didn’t want to travel with her anymore, she wouldn’t be the person forcing him to. With another breath, she closed her eyes and slowly settled into a restless sleep. 

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Frank gritted his teeth, shifting on the ground as silently as he could. Cursing his decision to ice Wren out, he let out a shaky breath. Predictably, the wound in his side did not feel better after sleeping a number of hours on the floor. He supposed that there was no one to blame but himself. 

His entire body ached, and hearing her cry herself to sleep had been another kind of agony. It took every ounce of his strength to not jump up to comfort her. He never intended to be this much of an asshole, but he couldn’t risk subjecting Wren to his family’s fate. Damn him for getting attached before pulling away, which no doubt meant it was harder on them both now. 

A small sound pulled him from his self-deprecating thoughts, a whimper. Wren was crying out for help in her sleep; her brain creating nightmares, no doubt because of the emotional toll the day had taken on her—that his words had taken on her. 

Another small cry, followed by rustling of sheets. “Please…no…please don’t.” 

“‘S ok Wren. You’re just dreamin’” He called to her, turning over and kneeling by the bed. His hands hovered over her hunched form, as if his body still wasn’t willing to break the barrier he’d worked hard to place between them that day. 

Wren choked on a nightmare-induced sob, “help…anyone please!” 

“You’re killin’ me, kid.” Frank set his jaw, running through his options. Letting her in would get her hurt, he reminded himself, he couldn’t do that to her. Frank started withdrawing from the bed, pushing down his guilt. He started to lay down, and then—

“Frank!! Frank please,” Wren bawled “please help. Don’t let them…” 

“Aw hell.” Distance be damned, his girl needed him. Carefully, he sat next to Wren on the bed, stroking her arm gently. “I’m right here, sweetheart.” After another pained cry from Wren, Frank began to gather her into his arms. “They can’t hurt ya. I’m right here.”

She woke with a start, flailing slightly before realizing where she was. “Frank?” Her voice broke as she said his name. 

“Yah, sweetheart.” He pulled her into his chest, tenderly. “I gotcha.”

Tears started trailing down Wren’s cheeks. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, she choked in a breath. They sat there for a few moments, small sobs falling from Wren's mouth punctuating the silence. Eventually, she spoke. “I’m sorry, I— I didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

“Hey,” Frank wiped her tears with his thumb, “I was already up. Floor’s uncomfortable as shit.” He cracked a small smile, but Wren’s face crumpled. She pushed back from him and off of his lap. 

“I didn’t mean to bother you again. I’m ok. I’ll be fine.” She blinked back more tears. “We can part ways in the morning. You won’t be…won’t be stuck with me anymore.” The last sentence broke off in a strangled sob and Wren turned away from him slightly. 

“Oh Wren,” Frank murmured, furious at himself, “What I said earlier, I was angry and scared. You’re not a bother.” 

Wren looked at him through tears, “I’m not?” 

“No, lovely. I’m just an asshole. C’mere.” Frank opened his arms for her and gestured for her to come back. 

Wren returned to her place against his chest, tucking her face into his neck. “You’re not an asshole,” she sniffled. “I just—got confused.” 

Frank sighed, brushing some hair off of her cheek. “I know, sweetheart. That’s my fault too.” 

“That, we can agree on.” Wren murmured against his neck, playing with a loose thread on his shirt. 

Frank snorted. “Oh yah?” He stroked Wren’s back gently. “I’m sorry, lovely. I do care about you. I always will. But…” Frank took a shuddering breath. “If you get close to me, you’ll get hurt. It’s not avoidable. This world is too cruel to let us slip by unscathed. And I won’t let you get hurt, Wren, I can’t.”

“I know the risks, Frank. I’m not a safe choice of companion either.” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but the look in her eyes was fierce as she held his gaze. “But I still want to be close to you. Are you willing to let me try?”

Frank set his jaw. “Shit sweetheart, I want to tell ya no, but when you look at me with that face...” He exhaled roughly, pursing his lips. 

“We might get hurt,” Wren continued, holding his waist with one hand to pull them impossibly closer. “But is being bitter and alone really worth it to you, Frank?” 

Frank let his head fall against hers, foreheads touching. His eyes fell closed as her free hand came up to gently knead at the nape of his neck. 

“Hey,” She whispered. “Look at me for one more moment.” 

Frank opened his eyes. She cupped his cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb. “I’m not helpless, you know. You’ve seen me in a fight. Traveling with you is the best thing that’s happened to me in years. I’m not willing to just give up on that if you want me here.”

“I want you here.” Frank affirmed. “I do, Wren. I don’t deserve it, I never will. But if you’re willing to deal with my grumpy ass, I’ll let ya.”  

“One of these days, I’ll get you to believe you deserve good things, old man.” 

“Keep dreamin’, kid” 

Wren let out a shaky laugh, face falling back into the curve of his neck. Frank pressed his lips firmly to her forehead, then softly to the bridge of her nose. Wren scrunched her nose in response and smiled. 

“I’m sorry about today, sweetheart. I got in my head and took it out on you. Let me make it up to ya?” Frank bumped their noses together. 

“You better.” Wren gave him an overdramatic glare which made him grin. 

He kissed her forehead again. “I will. But first, I am so not sleeping on that shit floor after this.” He laid them both down on the bed. Wren shifted slightly so she was wrapped around him like an octopus. 

Burying her head in his chest, she mumbled, “You’d have to escape me first.” 

Frank chuckled. “You’ve bested me. Guess we can share.” 

Wren nuzzled into him happily. “Guess we can.” 

“Sleep well, sweetheart. I gotcha now.” 

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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[renee-writer]

February Prompts Day 13 Mickey

AO3

He is watching the lad carefully. There is something about him. Jamie having been a barkeep for ten years now, knows the signs of someone who is up to no good.

 

He approaches the lass with the head full of curls. He starts talking with her. Jamie moves a bit closer.

 

Oh he is smooth, the bastard. Distracting her allows him to slip something in her drink. It is unseen by her but not by Jamie.

 

He moves until he is right in front of them.

 

“Nae lass. There is something on that glass. Let me get you a fresh drink. On the house.”

 

She smiles at him while the lad glares.

 

“I don’t see anything. Let her be, barkeep.”

 

“Sometimes it is what you don’t see that is the worry.” He raises his bushy eyebrows.  The lass gasps.

 

“Did you put something in my drink, Frank?”

 

“No Claire. Come on.”

 

She turns to Jamie. “Did he?”

 

“Aye lass.” Her slap is impressive as it echoes over this Frank’s cheek and around the pub. He storms off.

 

“Thank you…”

 

“Jamie.” He offers his hand.

 

“Claire.” She takes it.

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[mercurygray]

I wish you would write a fic where...

TDS Fantasy AU. Magic (witches, wizards, etc.) exists, but non-magical humans don't know that, for the most part. Dick and Joan are on opposite sides of that divide. Circumstances lead them to meet and mutual attraction ensues. Cue the magical one worrying about telling the other about magic and the other noticing that the magical partner is keeping secrets.

Okay okay so this has been sitting in my box for a month RIGHT NEXT TO this one from @latibvles, who asked: really scratching at the DND lover in me here Merc, anyways, ❛ you look better in your wanted posters. ❜ looks quite fun , dealer's choice on the characters <3

So - it's a little DND themed drama - and I can already hear the jaunty medieval bar scene music...

The tavern was busy, for a Tuesday.

But, Dick thought to himself, there really wasn't any way Lew was going to fail to follow instructions to find a woman, especially one as beautiful as this.

There were three of them, actually - booted and cloaked. The one nearest them was composing something on her lute, a beaker of beer forgotten on the table, the other attending to a lethal looking knife. "Have you any idea where Harry's gone?"

"Where do you think? The dwarf's always hungry."

Lew cleared his throat to interupt and the two stopped talking, looking up from thier work. "Barkeep there said you're looking for help. Have you room for a ranger and a rogue whereever you're going? My friend and I would be glad of the work."

The bard, a buxom, dark-haired woman in emerald green, looked up from her lute and swung her feet down from the table so she could stand up and have a look at them both. There's elf-blood there, or something else uncanny, Dick thought to himself. No human ever looked that pretty on her own. "Might be," she said vaguely. "Depends on who's offering." She looked a little more intently at Lew, obviously trying to place the face, playing absentmindly with the chain at her neck, her shirt open low enough to give all and sundry a very nice view - a fact that Lew, he could see, was enjoying immensely. "Are you the one they call Long Lew?

"Might be," Lew said with a grin, looking the bard up and down with frank appreciation and standing just a little wider so she might get the general idea about what 'long' referred to. "Who needs to know?"

She scoffed. "You looked prettier on your wanted posters." There was obvious enjoyment for the look of shock that dropped onto Lew's face as she said it, and Dick decided he liked her a little more for it. "How do we feel about having wanted men in the party, Margie?"

"Depends on what they're wanted for," the tall, cool-looking blonde said over the dagger she was sharpening. "I can forgive some things and forget others." She set the whetstone down and looked the two of them over. "But you know how she feels about magic."

"Oh, yes, there is that - one of our party doesn't like it much." She shrugged. "Wrong end of a wizard when she was younger, you see." The bard looked them over like she was inspecting produce. "So. Either of you two of the sorcerer kind?"

Dick felt Lew's boot press down on his toe. "Unless she counts card tricks and bewitching good looks as magic, then we're skint out," his friend said with a comforting smile. "The charge for that last thing - which we were barely involved in, by the way - was a misunderstanding at best. We were early and the other fellow was late and we got what we came for, but he didn't quite see- "

"Does your freind ever talk?" the one called Margie asked, cutting in to Lew's longwinded retelling of their last job with an equally long look - and the dagger she'd been sharpening pointed at Dick.

"When he has to. Does she?"

Lew was quick but Dick was subtle, and while the bard the tavernkeep had called Black Eileen was the spokesperson, he knew at a glance she wasn't the leader - that was the woman in the back, the third woman who hadn't yet spoken a word, the one that these two were - there was no other word for it - guarding.

"When she needs." The woman herself sat up a little, moving forward into the light, the shadows of her hood still obscuring her face, a hand resting on the table, the light faintly glimmering for a moment on the embroidery of her tunic - a shape that looked almost familiar "Though I'm not sure how I feel about men with secrets."

Lew smiled, seeing something that it took Dick half a moment longer to work out for himself. He stepped closer to the table, mindful of Margie's dagger and the crossbow that must have belonged to Eileen. "That's all right, Princess," he hissed with a smile. "We're good at keeping them, too. Now - what do you say we wait for your friend Harry - or Sir Harry Hardhead, as he may be - and then we can talk about stealing your crown back?"

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #joan warren #marjorie gordon #eileen hammond #the dnd alternate universe #is apparently a thing now #the dnd au #all the alternate universes

[slothgiirl]

leo messi drabble

It starts raining halfway through her walk. Which isn’t unusual for the Netherlands as far as she’s aware. Or Holland. She was never great at geography. 

What matters is she’s in Utrecht for the day from Amsterdam. It’s not far, but given the only two people she knows in the continent of Europe stayed back, it feels like she might as well be on another planet. Another planet with similarly Flemish style buildings and a map the size of a4 paper: the better to hide the most obvious sign of her being a tourist. She doesn’t really have a plan other than exploring the city aimlessly; a plan the rain’s putting on hold.

She shoves her map into her bag, glancing around the street to find somewhere to duck into while the worst of the rain passes. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Last summer when she’d been planning this with Rocio and Yadira it had been the dream girl's trip. A month in Europe going from hostel to hostel before taking on university. They’d fit in museums in the afternoon with late nights bar hopping. Yadira had written some useful dutch phrases, carefully copied from the yahoo page that had taken ages to load. 

Then Yadira had pulled out. Her friend had decided to put the money into university tuition over a graduation trip. 

And Rocio’s solution was to bring her boyfriend along.

So now she was a third wheel. 

Javier was fine. 

But it wasn’t the same. 

She didn’t mind when they went to museums, even at clubs it was nice to have a guy around, just in case. It was at restaurants when she felt like the odd one out. 

Maybe she was being too sensitive. 

Ducking into one of the many pubs with their neon colored Heiniken signs and terrace tables filled with smoking patrons ambivalent about the rain. She drags her shoes over the mat, cleaning off her shoes before glancing around.

The place was filled with guys who might have finished school alongside her with questionable hairstyles that ranged from hippie-long to gelled to the point it might hurt to touch. Tourists then, she thought. Or some travel group. She’d seen plenty of those at the Rijksmuseum. It had been a battle of endurance to wait while an entire school group from the states walked down the stairs in the Anne Frank House. 

Some were even cute. 

With glasses of beer in hand, they were definitely celebrating something. 

She beelines to the bar. A coffee sounded amazing but she would settle for a beer. Rest while the rain passes and just enjoy the view of the street. Traveling made even streets interesting. The streets were even cobblestone instead of the cracked pavement and pothole stricken streets around Veracruz. 

Still, she’d have traded anything for a taco. Even just the warm tortilla cooked on the woodfire stove would beat any meal she’s had here.

“Un cafe,” she leans against the bar, “coffee, koffie?” The words sounded foreign on her tongue. She usually tried English first, as she was more familiar with it. But years of instruction in school still left her fumbling, the pronunciation garbled in her mouth. 

Well, they sounded similar enough.

“Twee vijftien,” the bartender’s an older man, maybe a decade older than her parents with cauliflower ears. He plots the paper receipt in front of her. 

It’s a fumble of coins: digging them out of her purse and figuring out which coins were how much. 

She sets her euros on the counter, trying to make eye contact to make sure he knows she paid while he helps one of the guys. 

His t-shirt is blue with blocky white font reading Argentina. (It’s a safe bet where they’re all from.) The shirt is too large, and his jeans are just as wide legged. She’ll never understand why guys loved to buy jeans that were too large only to get a belt. 

His hair was long and mousy brown as he patiently tried to order which was a complicated matter when the bartender didn’t speak spanish, and the guy clearly only spoke in spanish to him. 

“Birra. Una birra,” the guy waves his hands trying to communicate. 

“Beer,” the barkeeper raises a brow, “Yes.” He points at the pint, “beer.”

“No,” he sighs dejectedly, “de-una caña?” 

He had church boy-help old ladies with their grocery bags written all over him. 

“Como corona?” She butts in. 

It wasn’t rude if she was trying to help.

The guy looks over at her, smiling kindly in a manner that is contagious. “Si. De cristal. Vidrio? Nunca se con eso que el castellano cambia de pais a pais.” 

“Verdad!” She nods, mirroring his easy going smile, “o mas bien, che vos.”

He takes her light teasing in stride, looking down at his shoes and laughing. His cheeks turn pink in a charmingly sheepish way. 

She tries to get the message across. “Beer,” she mimes with her hand, “in…bottle?” 

“Ah,” the barkeep nods, and fetches an amber glass bottle. It’s a random dutch brand, but better than nothing. He also hands her her cup of coffee. 

“Leo,” Leo extends his hand like he’s going through motions. 

She shakes his hand, introducing herself.

Whatever easy moment passes as he can’t hold her gaze for long, a thread of self consciousness in his stance. 

“Are you here with school,” she asks.

This makes him snort, “no-a. . .work actually,” which only seems to amuse him more.

“Really?”

“Well,” he tilts his head. “The world cup. Sort of.”

“Isn’t that next summer?”

“Under 20,” Leo rubs the back of his neck, “but it’s still a world cup.”

“That’s cool as fuck.” She looks him over again, trying to imagine him playing semi-pro, pro(?), either way, it was crazy to think about when he seemed so normal. Football players came off pretty arrogant in the press clips but then again, she didn’t follow any team that closely. 

“I keep waiting for it to feel real but even benched for Barca,” he shrugs because Leo can’t put the feeling into words. It was bigger than that.

“Did you win?” 

Leo meets her wondering gaze. His amber eyes twinkle with mirth, “just a little.”

“Ha! Trying to be humble?”

“It was close,” he says seriously, “I’d rather be honest than humble.” 

“So you play pretty well?”

“I love football.” He shrugs as in a what can you do about it before taking a long drink of his beer. 

She wets her bottom lip, before remembering her own drink and looking away. 

“And you?” Leo fidgets with the beer cap in one hand. 

“Just. . .touristiando. Taking in the sights before I hit the books.” It sounded woefully inadequate compared to playing at any level of a Fifa world cup. Had she already failed at life? She was only eighteen but already she was falling behind. 

Her grip tightens on the coffee cup.

“See anything good?” He asks leaning into her.

The pub feels cozy now. Not as loud as when she entered. She doesn’t mind having to put her walking on hold.

“The canals. Some ancient tower. I think this isn’t a tourist centric city. Must be why it’s a day trip,” she tells him truthfully. “I had lunch in the park. That was really nice. It’s been nice just to wander around.” Not every vacation day had to be jam packed. 

“Do you want to get dinner,” Leo says suddenly, going still. “With me.” He swallows.

It was nice, skipping the whole song and dance and just getting to the point. She liked that about him. She liked Leo. And she was on an entirely different continent. Why not? 

She was an adult. She was going to start uni soon. 

Her gaze kept flickering over Leo. Like an optical illusion, he looked like a guy she might have shared a class with yet more attractive than any guy she knew. 

Why not?

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

She giggles.

Leo ducks his head.

She was glad it had rained on her day trip.

#leo messi #lionel messi fic #leo messi imagine #the first creative thing ive written in months and im not happy about it #i feel like i shouldve just written it all in spanish ngl

[thran-duils]

Run Into Trouble (P.1)

Title: Run Into Trouble (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Bandit Tony Stark. Infamous bandit, Tony, leaves his wife that he gained through nefarious means when he goes on dangerous runs to continue procuring fortune for himself. The reader is watched over by town patrons who are scared of her husband’s mean streak and bloodlust. But one man is not so easily frightened away. The reader is indulging herself in his company for as long as she can before Tony returns. Words: 2,163 Warnings (more may be added): Non-con, kidnapping, violence/death

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~Present

You took the treat from Ian’s calloused hand, a playful smile on your face. You unwrapped it, taking a bite leaving it in half. You savored the sugar melting on your tongue and the softness of the texture, eyes closed. The treat was pricey from the bakery down the street back in town. You had seen it in the window earlier today on your daily errands. How he knew it was what you eyed was beyond you but you guessed he merely saw it displayed and thought it was the best choice.

Ian earned well enough coin from his field work, but you did not want to deny him the taste. Holding the other half out to him, you gestured for him to take it.

Ian shook his head and gently pushed your outstretched hand back towards you. “I bought that for you. I wanted you to have it.”

You swallowed the first bite, holding the other one close again.

“That’s real sweet,” you told him. Deciding to share that you had been craving it, you said, “It was looking delicious earlier today in the store front. Like you answered a little wish to taste it.”

Ian beamed as you popped the other half in your mouth.

You typically would not walk away from the saloon with another patron alone, but you trusted him well enough. And whenever he visited, he never went upstairs with any of the workers. Never once had made a pass at you either. He was interested that was for sure, but he was respectful. He came to hear you sing and have himself a drink. And then try to get you alone to have conversation.

Ian had been warned the first time he approached you that you were off limits by the barkeep, Frank. Ian had told you as such. Frank did not hold back from telling him about Tony and Ian needed no information on who Tony Stark was. No one did.

Tony had left you here in this town as he periodically did when he was gonna go on a long job. There were towns sprinkled around you were becoming familiar with because of this. Sometimes he brought you along for short stints but not on dangerous runs. Not runs where he did not know the territory like the back of his hand and where there was risk of you getting yourself injured or worse killed. Tony was a son of a bitch and that extended to his selfish want — no, need — to have you protected for him. He did not care that you hated being left behind, only that you were there for him when he got back, unmarked, and ready to sing for him – and not just on the stage. He had loyalty through fear in towns like this. And coin he provided barkeeps for making sure his wife was well kept while he was away.

Frank did not approve of Ian wanting to hang out with you simply because he feared Tony’s wrath. So much that after a couple of weeks when Ian kept coming in after work, he had security tell Ian the last night last week he had come in he could come in as long as he kept to himself.

Ian followed the rules that time, the two of you not visiting. When he came in the next night though, you had one of the girls slip him a note and he had met you out back where you greeted him with a mug of beer. The two of you visited outside, mostly sharing stories of both of your travels.

He was nicer than Tony. A man of integrity. And you wished you had met him a long time ago, long before you had been swept away by Tony and his gang. But he had rolled in with a new wave of field workers just this last time that you were dropped off here and you knew you were running out of time to spend with him cause Tony would eventually be back.

<><><>

~Capture

Your hymn came to an end and a smile tugged at your lips, seeing your uncle smile at you from beside the front of the crowd. Your uncle thanked you for your uplifting song before taking your place in front of the small crowd gathered in the small village square as he began to share passages about abundant life through God’s word.

Your uncle had been your only family left since your parents had caught the winter flu three years ago. Slowly, your village had grown smaller and smaller as people left as so many had perished from the sickness. As if they could not bear it to be in the same spot that they had lost loved ones. Which eventually meant that your uncle made the decision to go to the road with you. You had been his caregiver since before your parents death as his gait was getting worse. He had been injured when he was thrown from a horse, but his spirits were never down. He loved continuing to do his life’s work as a pastor and you were happy to assist him. It allowed you to see more of the land and you enjoyed experiencing the travel. And singing was a passion which you were thankfully granted gift with. Plus… love was never far from your mind. Passing the word of God was the last priority on your list, love being first. Selfishly, you would only admit that to yourself.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a young boy watching the crowd from behind a pillar on the general store. You gave him a kind smile and waved your hand gently to invite him towards you. He shook his head vigorously and gestured urgently for you. Your smile faltered a little at his strange behavior, but you shot a look at your uncle before picking up your skirts and beginning to walk towards the boy.

As you approached, you asked sweetly, “What’s your name?”

“Peter,” he answered quietly.

He looked to be around ten or eleven, not too short but clearly had not reached his growth spurt yet.

He shot a look over at the bank across the square before grasping your hand tightly. He started to walk off in between the general store and the tavern, you only stumbling for a moment before deciding to allow him to pull you along with him. He was moving quickly.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked him, something inside beginning to stir with worry. Why was he taking you away and where were his parents?

“Come with me!”

“What are we doing back here?”

“Safety,” he answered over his shoulder.

Something was very off. You quickly looked around, past the ends of the buildings towards where the fields began. There was nothing in sight except the mountains in the distance and the cows standing together. Yet it did not feel right, the energy the boy was giving off. You stopped before you reached the ends of the buildings, still shielded between the two.

He grasped your hand again and began to try to drag you again. You stopped him and firmly said, “What’s going on, Peter?”

“I’m trying to make sure you are safe. It is important,” Peter responded. “Our horses are back here.”

“What do—”

You started to ask him for an explanation but suddenly a loud bang rang out from behind you. Screams followed shortly after. You stood straight, eyes zoned in back down the path between the general store and the tavern. Another loud bang and another and another before it registered with you that they were gunshots.

Your uncle!

Tearing your hand away from Peter, you gathered up your skirts, running back towards the gunfire. You did not make it far because someone came down the path suddenly and you skidded to a stop, unsure if they were friend or foe. Your answer was given quickly when they were shot in the back and blood splattered down your front and onto your face and neck. Your mouth fell open in horror as the man fell to his knees, falling face down in the dirt. Another man was coming up the path now, a bandana across the bottom half of his face, cowboy hat shadowing the top half. His gun was pulled, and he was coming straight for you.

“Uncle Bucky!” you heard Peter shout from behind you. “Not her!”

“I know not her,” the man – Bucky – said before he still pointed his gun at you and a sob welled in your throat, thinking he meant to shoot you. Instead, he threatened, “Turn around and quick!”

Terrified, you did as he asked and felt him keeping pace right behind you. He was not digging the gun into your back, but you had the feeling of it aimed directly at your back.

“You do anything stupid, and I might forget I’m not supposed to shoot you,” he said, confirming what your senses were telling you.

Behind the tavern were two horses – the ones Peter must have been referring to. Bucky threatened you to get on the bigger horse as Peter swung himself up into his saddle on the smaller horse. You grasped the horse’s reins as Bucky threatened you to ride the horse; he had you in the saddle.

As you took off, you felt him turn around and tears blurred your vision as you tried to guide the horse. You kept behind Peter, trying to blink the tears away. The gunshots died behind you, the wind in your ears. You became aware that suddenly you were being followed and you risked turning your head to look. Bucky was not threatened as he did not draw his gun and whistled, which was met with a twin whistle back. They were traveling together.

Another rider gained and took the lead in front of Peter and lead you towards the mountains. You would surely be lost. You had no idea about this area and where the next town was.

When the company came to a stop, you immediately tried to jump off the horse, but Bucky wrapped his arm tight around you.

“Whoa, there, darling. Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he grunted.

“Let me go!” you shrieked, the panic rising in your throat.

Where were you? What had happened to your uncle? Who were these men? A million worries were crashing into you.

“Get her down here!” the man who had been leading the group since he joined you in the plains barked as he came towards Bucky’s horse.

Bucky and someone who came up from your side began to strong arm you down. You thrashed, trying to scratch at the other man’s face.

“I oughta fucking—” he grunted before pinning your arms painfully to your sides and then twisting them around your back. His grip was bruising on your wrists.

Whipping you around, he forced you to face the lead man. He was sauntering now as he approached, his bandana pulled down now around his neck, exposing his face. His chestnut eyes were running up and down your frame. Heat came to your cheeks, your mind going to a dark place fathoming what was rolling around in his as he raked his gaze. He came to a stop in front of you. You did not miss the blood splattered on the sleeve of his shirt. His beard was trimmed nicely despite the dirt around his fingernails and the smell of sweat from riding.

A sudden smirk, “Well, well, songbird…” Your brow furrowed slightly, and he said, “Even in the midst of the job, I still got to appreciate that performance. Granted, not my usual type of music but I’d listen to anything you would sing to me.” It was his turn to pinch his brow before he asked, “How’d you end up on Bucky’s horse?”

“You said she was pretty,” Peter piped up, catching everyone’s attention. He went red in the ears seeing everyone’s eyes on him. He pushed on, a slight nervousness to his voice, “That she sang like a bird. I… I thought you wanted to take her.”

The man was staring at Peter, sizing him up. You were staring at him as well, mortified that such a young boy could do something so deceitful. But seeing who he ran with, men you were quickly gathering were bandits, should you even be surprised?

“You’re right,” the man said, turning his gaze back to you. His hand came to the side of your face, and you jerked your head away. That only caused him to chortle in amusement. “You’ll take a liking to me sooner or later, darling. Trust me.”

It would not be until when you got the courage to ask that you would learn your uncle had tried to save someone and taken a bullet himself.

No one was coming for you.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark fic #dark tony stark #dark marvel #dark marvel fic #my shit

[belmondbanderas]

Although he has a frank personality, he can sometimes become ill-tempered. According to him, he's existed since living things started to see dreams. He is the barkeeper of a store that anyone can come to as long as they are dreaming, and invites guests of various races on a whim. Because he has no family register, he worries about not being able to be identified in the world of reality.

The owner of a bar named "Bar Deras".

#nijisanji

[lcvelxss]

Was that [ALICIA VIKANDER]? Oh no no, that was just [IMOGENE 'IDGIE' THREADGOODE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [FRIED GREEN TOMATOES AT THE WHISTLE STOP CAFE]. They are [TWENTY-SEVEN] years old, use [SHE/THEY], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long

Imogene Louise Thredgoode was the youngest, and by all accounts, wildest of the Threadgoode kids. Growing up in the 1920's, she was always one to march to the very loud and unique beat of her own drum -much to her mother's chagrin- and as a kid found herself constantly butting heads with just about every member of her family

Her dear brother Buddy being the exception. He was her protector, her best friend, and her biggest advocate all rolled into one. So it was quite the devastating loss when he died in a railway accident that Idgie herself was witness to

She became rather reclusive and bordered on feral most of the time, not really able to process the loss of Buddy. Many a time the only company she kept was the family handyman, Big George, as her mother had sent him to act as her shadow when she would refuse to come back home

Eventually meets Ruth Jamison, an older girl in town for the summer to teach Bible School. Meeting Ruth is like getting the broken pieces left behind by Buddy's death all put back together into some semblance of a heart. But the feeling is short-lived as Ruth leaves at the end of the summer to Valdosta, Georgia to marry an older man named Frank Bennett

Frank turns out to be a violent man, and Idgie drags her brother Julian and Big George down to Valdosta so they can rescue a now pregnant Ruth. She and Frank get into a tussle, but when Big George intercedes, Frank stands down

Ruth and Idgie go on to open The Whistle Stop Cafe, with the help of Big George's mom, Sipsie, and wife, Onzell, in the kitchen. Ruth gives birth to a boy they name Buddy Jr. and for the most part they go on to live a very pleasant life with the cafe being known as a place that all people, from all walks of life was welcome to

There was an incident where Idgie was arrested on placed on trial for the murder of Frank Bennett, but she was acquitted so no need to look at it much further...

She would come to face her second biggest loss since Buddy when Ruth passed away from cancer when Buddy Jr. was only about ten years old. Idgie would go on to raise Buddy Jr. herself, and stayed in Whistle Stop up until the railway shut down and the town with it

Idgie and her brother Julien moved down to Florida where they set up a roadside food stand, and after passing in her own sleep she awoke in D.C.

Having lived herself well into the mid 1990's, the adjustment wasn't too terrible but it still took some time. She took a job as a barkeep, as it seemed it was something that she could still manage even as she learned more about the modern advances. Without Buddy Jr. or Julien around to keep her out of her head, she's gone a bit back to her reclusive ways, but has found her gift for being a beecharmer can translate to people with the right words and right chords on an old six-string every now and then [VC: Brandi Carlile]

The book's wiki, though there's a mix of book and movie in her memories: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fried_Green_Tomatoes_at_the_Whistle_Stop_Cafe

#hw: intro #it:intro #death tw #murder tw #depression tw #cancer tw #domestic violence tw

[curlysgirl0202]

HEAD CANNON STORY: HOW CURLY BILL WOULD HANDLE HIS GIRL'S ARACHNOPHOBIA...

We all have our fears as irrational as they may be at times and you struggle with debilitating arachnophobia! You haven't really shared with Curly how scared you are as you're afraid the big rustler may find it silly. While Curly Bill and some other cowboys are sucking back moonshine at one of Tombstone's older saloons, he and his comrades notice a young girl running into the saloon.

"Hold on there, girl," the barkeep yells. "You ain't supposed to be here! Where's your mama?"

"Yeah," Ike Clanton begins. "Where's your pretty mama?"

Curly flashes a look at Ike, who continues smiling.

The little girl is out of breath.

"Everything fine?" The barkeep asks.

The little girl shakes her head.

"Mr. Curly Bill, sir?"

Curly flicks his tongue, feeling important.

"My mama needs your help but she's too shy to ask!"

Curly Bill looks at his cowboys.

"Well, she don't need to be shy." The big rustler answers.

The girl shakes her head again.

"There's a big spider in our hotel room and she wants Mr. Curly Bill to kill it for her."

Curly Bill is filled with pride. He's not passing up an opportunity to impress you by coming to your rescue. And all it's going to take is squashing a bug.

Curly Bill stands up, rubs his thick mustache and tells your sweet daughter to show him where you are. When Curly walks through the door, he isn't expecting to see you having a full blown arachnophobia moment. You exhibit all the symptoms: you are shaking with tears welling in your eyes and he can see your hands trembling. Curly is caught off guard for a moment as he realizes you are clearly in distress.

You point to the wall and sitting there is a large brown wolf spider. It is larger than some of the spiders he has seen, but Curly isn't afraid.

"Please," you beg. "It's disgusting and I'm scared to death!"

Your daughter stands close to the old cowboy and Curly feels important!

He takes a small handkerchief from you and the spider falls to the floor and begins crawling towards you! You scream and he quickly steps on it with his Ace of Spades Calvary boots. He then picks up the corpse and puts it outside. He returns and to his surprise, you lay your head on his chest and he absent mindedly kisses your head.

"Thank you so much," you whisper while he brushes hair away from your face and smiles at you.

"Well, of course," Curly Bill answers.

He returns to the bar and Frank McClary chuckles and says, "did you kill the beast?"

Curly Bill flashes him a look. "She was afraid and it was big."

"I can't believe it!" Says Dave Fletcher, a a shopkeeper who is interested in you. "I've been trying to talk to her (your name) and she never looks at me. You squish a bug and you're a knight in shining armor!" He says, looking at Curly Bill who feels such a strong sense of satisfaction, he almost can't wait for another spider to sneak into your home!

#tombstone movie #tombstone cowboys #curly bill brocius #arachnophobia #western fiction #western romance #fantasy #headcanon

[cold-steel-eyes]

[ @lotuskissed​​​ ]

Out of every establishment on The Strip to spend your evening and lose your money in the notorious den of vice and sin, Gomorrah was not the type of place that you would expect to see the soft-hearted, and mostly modest, courier six to currently be residing at. Arcade had planned to meet up with him here around 10 pm after he got done with some Follower business. They’ve been hearing a lot of rumors floating around recently about how some of the workers here were being mistreated and both of them had wanted to investigate it themselves, in hopes of stopping whatever corruption that may be going on behind closed doors. 

Buck had gotten all spiffed-up for the evening. Wearing a black three-piece suit with a matching black tie, provided generously by Mr. House. He had bathed in heated water and scrubbed his body, face, and hair with various pre-war soaps that only the Lucky 38 had to offer, while the lotions helped to moisturize his skin. His once tangled mat of hair was now brushed and styled in a half-up half-down bun, and he even got to use one of his recipes of applying a combination of minerals, herbs, and oils to make it lustrous and soft. 

He had been expecting a few offers from some of the sex workers, with tempting faces and batting eyes, but he politely declined each time, assuring them that they were very attractive, but he wasn’t interested in that kind of thing. He still thanked them anyway for offering with a blushing face and a cracked voice. 

It actually made him feel a bit uneasy, something he wasn’t really used to feeling, sitting at a lone barstool in the Brimstone section, away from the growing hubbub and nursing a cold sarsaparilla in place of the usual hard whiskey or scotch that they were usually known for. Watching aimlessly as tourists of men and women in expensive attire alike enjoyed the entertainment, but made sure to also stay vigilant in case he caught any signs of abuse going on with any of the workers. Only taking occasional glances at his pip-boy as he watched as time simpered on.

The crowd continued to let out crude whistles and cheers at the beautiful woman with blonde curls performing on stage, while Frank Sinatra’s “The Lady Is A Tramp” played faintly in the background. 

The cigarette smoke from the patrons had hung heavy in the air, sticking to the already peeling wallpaper and making his head feel heavier than usual. The dark-haired man could already feel himself sweating underneath the collar of his suit, making him more uncomfortable than what he would like to be. 

After a bit of thought, he decided to step outside for a few minutes and get some fresh air in hopes of clearing the fog in his head, thanking the barkeep before paying generously with a tip.

As he was about to follow the signs that lead him out into the courtyard, excusing himself as he makes his way through the large crowd, a random woman came stumbling into him and made whatever alcoholic beverage that she was carrying, it smelled like champagne, to stain his once immaculate clothes. 

It only took them a moment to realize what had happened, as the young woman reacted with equal shock. 

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry, Ma’am!” Completely forgetting about his ruined suit and tense mood, Buck’s only thought right now was to help her. “Here! Let me buy you a new one!”

#Silver Tongued Charmer |Thread| #lotuskissed

[ravensofdarkwind]

Chapter 6: The Trial

“I call to order, the trial of,” Lord Gracious glanced at the scroll his advisor held to his side. “Rogue Four?” He finished, unimpressed by the edginess of the group's name. Muttering arose from the three who had protested the name, as well as amongst the crowd that watched with eager anticipation. Lord Gracious clapped his hands, a loud boom echoing through the cavern. The crowd hushed, in awe of their great leader.

“Now then,” Lord Gracious continued. “in a recount of the day’s events, you are here because you murdered two guards in the town of Moonshine. This is a serious crime.” He glared at the four accused, each of whom held a separate expression.

Hesmira looked calm, not the slightest bit worried by being surrounded by the guards; She knew in a pinch she could get out of there. Er looked defiant. He was guilty of the crime, but he was justified, and that was enough reasoning in his mind to keep himself at peace. Morbek looked nervous, not knowing how the crowd would react to a goblin like him.

Birdie looked like he was about to pass out. Birdie, who had encountered only one other stressful moment in his life, had now lived through multiple in the last day alone. He was shaken, to say the least. In a move of great bravery, Birdie stepped forward to speak.

“Lord Gracious,” He started, with a deep bow on one knee. “We are honored to be in your presence, and we all recognize the severity of the crime.” He looked up from the floor, hopeful his flattery would get him a head start.

“Cut the bullshit.” Lord Gracious barked. The crowd laughed, honored to be graced with both his wit and frankness. “You are here to plead your case, not to flatter me. Now, plead it.”

Birdie flushed. He was used to being jeered, but never by a crowd this large. He gulped, then continued.

“Lord Gracious, we are not guilty.” He finally stated.

“So, you were not the ones that killed the guards in Moonshine?” Lord Gracious raised an eyebrow.

“No. Well, I mean, yes, we killed them, but-“ A gasp rose from the crowd. Conversations broke out, some shouting “HANG THEM!”

Lord Gracious clapped his hands again.

“SILENCE!”

“But we are justified in doing so!” Birdie cried. He closed his eyes, waiting for the guards to take him away. But nothing happened.

He slowly opened his eyes, unsure of what was to come next. The crowd had settled quickly; their interests now piqued.

“What do you mean you were justified?” Lord Gracious challenged, leaning forward in his throne.

Birdie contemplated his word choice. As much as Lord Gracious was his title, he was a dangerous man to cross. To get on his bad side would be an instant death sentence. He came up from his kneeling position.

“Lord Gracious, the guards had betrayed their people. “Tax Collectors” had laid claim to all the money these poor townspeople had. Instead of defending their citizens, the guards took their posts to stop anyone from intervening. They were in the wrong; we only acted in the interest of the people.”

Lord Gracious pondered a moment, stroking the wisps of his beard. “I was unaware of these “Tax Collectors” in Moonshine. However, I will need more evidence that you are not lying to me.” He turned his attention to the wizard that had made the purple mist appear. “Summon him.”

The wizard cast a new spell, its effects taking place in the adjacent alcove of the cavern. From this new gray mist appeared a familiar face; the barkeep that the four had met in Moonshine.

“Where am I? What’s going on?” The bartender asked worriedly, looking around his new surroundings in dismay.

“You are here to testify in front of this court about what you saw yesterday evening in the town of Moonshine. Please, explain to this court what transpired.” The audience watched the bartender compose himself before speaking.

“Well, I was going about my day when I saw this halfling and his friends enter my tavern. I served them some drinks and I heard the tax collectors call for everyone to come to the square and pay up. So, I collected my payment and went to take it to them. When I had almost handed it over, these heroes appeared, taking out the bandits that were going to steal all our money! It was incredible.” The crowd murmured in astonishment.

“Thank you, your view will be considered in this sentencing. You may go now. Lord Gracious decreed, waving his hand at the court wizard.

The bartender began to panic, arguing that he would rather travel back to Moonshine on foot, but the gray mist that had brought him to the courtroom overtook his voice, transporting him back to his tavern.

The four looked at each other. A small smile broke across Birdie’s face, hopeful.

“Your sentence will be reduced due to your heroic actions.”

Birdie’s face fell. “Only reduced?” Birdie questioned. “But, we did the right thing, and-“

“You still committed the crime, did you not? You even admitted to it during this trial.” Lord Gracious stated calmly; no personal emotion swaying his verdict.

Birdie paled. ‘Shit, I did say that.’ He thought. He was roughly pushed to the side by Hesmira, then to the other by Er. Morbek caught him before he could completely fall to the ground.

“But we did the right thing!” Hesmira shouted.

Lord Gracious held his hand up, turning to a separate advisor that had appeared in the margins. He snapped his fingers and the purple mist sunk to the floor, hushing his voice. He spoke urgently with the advisor, furrowing his brows in concentration. With another snap of his fingers, the wizard let the purple mist rise again, charming his voice with reverberation.

“I have just been informed that you completed another heroic act outside Giant Foot’s very walls. They tell me that you slew kobolds that intended to infiltrate our city. For that, you have my gratitude. “He nodded his head slightly to the group. “In fact, this gives me an idea for your sentence.” Lord Gracious leaned forward once more. “There is evil afoot. Not just in Moonshire, but all of Darkwind. I have no doubt adventurers such as yourselves have seen it on the rise over the last 7 years. There are rumors the dragon Zestyl is behind these evil incursions on our land. However, as the legend goes, the great wizard Varkaag defeated Zestyl. That raises the question: How has evil run rampant without it’s great authority to command it?”

Birdie was more familiar with the story than the acts of evil creatures recently. He heard the tale of the wizard Varkaag that had slain the dragon Zestyl with his party of adventurers, but that was as far as his knowledge went.

“So, I lay the task before you: find why this has been happening.” Lord Gracious looked at the group with sincerity. “If you can still find the great wizard Varkaag, I’m sure he will be most willing to help you stamp out what remains of Zestyl’s reign. If not, then you are tasked with defeating what is left of Zestyl’s army. Or,” He paused, the crowd on the edge of their seat to hear what punishment would befall the criminals if they refused. “you are sentenced to a month’s worth of community service in Giant’s Foot.” The crowd groaned. Lord Gracious was known for his unusual punishments, but it didn’t appear anyone was to be killed today for their actions. The more blood thirsty congregants began to make their way out of the cavern, disappointed.

“I will allow you to deliberate your choice.” Lord Gracious snapped his fingers, and the wizard that had made the mist appear cast the spell again to let it sink closer to Birdie’s ankles. Testing if they were truly free to discuss, Morbek snapped his fingers a few times, confirming their words would not echo.

“We should take the community service.” Er said bluntly. The other three stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you insane?” Birdie hissed. “Didn’t you hear what he said? There is evil on the rise, and you’re not going to do anything to help?” Birdie turned to look at Hesmira and Morbek, trying to confirm if he was in the right. “We would be heroes if we accomplished this.” Birdie had the stars in his eyes, childlike and naïve.

“If, we accomplish this, there is a big if there, Birdie.” Er stooped down to Birdie’s level to make his point very clear. “How many life-threatening quests have you been on?”

“I hate to say it, but he’s right.” Hesmira agreed. Er and Birdie both turned to her, unsure of who she was referring to. “We’re no strangers to evil in this land. And the uptick in that has me worried. We should help out.”

Er huffed out in frustration, then looked to Morbek for his opinion. Morbek wrung his hands together.

“We would do more good for Darkwind if we took this quest, Er.�� He paused, unsure if Er was going to turn on them. “My goal is to bring peace to the nations and people of Darkwind, so if this quest helps them, I say we do it.”

Er huffed again. He waved his arm to Lord Gracious, signifying that he was ready to say his piece. Lord Gracious motioned to the wizard, who made the mist rise once again to enunciate their voices.

“I have a question, Your Highness.” Er leveled. Birdie cringed at the changed title. “Why would you offer us the choice if you are pushing us to one or the other? I personally want to do the community service, but my companions here are convinced we should go on this quest that will most certainly get us killed. So, convince me; why should we risk our lives for a hopeless cause?” The other three stared in horror at Er’s abrasiveness. Birdie wanted to charm him into apologizing. Hesmira looked like she was considering knocking him out. Morbek started looking around for the nearest exit.

Lord Gracious let out a deep chuckle. “I like your spirit, boy. Do not try that with me again or you will find yourself with a sentence much worse than the one I have presented before you.” Lord Gracious paused to let his threat seep in. “You say you need to be convinced? I don’t believe that. You have already shown you want to do the right thing for others. You defended innocent people when they were being taken advantage of. You rushed in to defeat evil at the entrance of this town. Not to mention, these companions have stayed by your side in spite of not committing the crime themselves.” Er cocked his head in confusion. “Yes, I see the blood on your staff. It matched the blunt injuries that those guards had, but not all the tax collectors were wounded with. Do not mistake me for a fool. These heroes could have turned you in by yourself to face my wrath but chose to stand by your side instead. They have already shown a deep loyalty to this motley crew that has been created. So, I believe I do not need to convince you of anything. You need only accept it for yourself that you are willing to do what is right for Darkwind.”

Thoroughly read, Er stepped back to contemplate Lord Gracious’ words. Morbek stepped forward to fill the orator space.

“Lord Gracious. We are ready to discuss the conditions of this quest to defeat Zestyl.”

“Very well, if you are all in agreement now.” Lord Gracious settled back into his throne. “You will be provided with the carriage driver that brought you here to Giant’s Foot. You will also be provided with rations for the journey to the port town of Cantertois. I trust you all to defend each other on this quest, and to stay together. Should any of you break off from this quest, there will be consequences.”

Morbek spoke in Gnomish, a language Birdie had heard but never had caught onto himself. It elicited another chuckle from Lord Gracious.

“You surprise me, goblin. Very well, I will send an official scroll with you four. Show it to anyone who questions your mission or presence.” A new advisor appeared, a large scroll in hand, already mostly written. “As a note, I recommend you choose a new name for your party. What shall Darkwind know you four as?”

Birdie began to open his mouth, before Hesmira clamped her hand down across it. “You don’t get to decide names, your ideas suck.” Hesmira commanded. Birdie muffled out a defeated sigh, then pulled her hand down to speak anyway.

“I was going to say, may we have a moment to discuss, Lord Gracious?” Birdie asked meekly.

“You may have two minutes. Choose wisely.”

The purple mist descended once more. A fierce deliberation broke out amongst the group. Birdie excitedly shouted something. A pause of silence followed. Hesmira waved her arm to Lord Gracious, showing the group was ready to officially dub themselves.

“What is the name of your party?” Lord Gracious readied his quill to the parchment.

“We are,” Hesmira announced. “The Ravens.”

“The Ravens you will be.” Lord Gracious’ hand scrawled across the parchment in elegant strokes. “You have the rest of the day to prepare for your departure. Go forth, and bring peace to Darkwind.”

The guards relaxed slightly, leading The Ravens out of the cavern, into the upper level of Giant’s Foot.

This, is where our story truly begins.

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[400legends]

Bounty Hunter x 3 (Day 153)

A deep voice just outside the door said, "There's no problem, per se. We just got an issue to deal with."

Another voice said, "This isn't a violent place, fellas. People want to drink and gamble, get loose after a long day in the kelp mines, right? So lose the guns."

A body crashed against the door, and the captain took that moment to dive under the long table. Her tail stuck up between two chairs, though. I leaned down to catch her eye. "I want you to know, Captain, that there is nowhere else I'd rather be, and no one else I'd want to fight alongside. You inspire me, so I inspire you." I waved a hand toward her, feeling the magic drift away.

"I'm trying to hide, Fleur!"

"Oh. Of course. Carry on." I straightened up in time to see the Kygad run at me with a stun baton. He hit me but received a shock of frost in return.

A quick system check revealed that I was functioning at 88.8733%, so I squared off against him once again. "We really don't have to do--" My warning was interrupted by the door crashing open. Two black cloaked figures tumbled into the room followed by Sara, whose sword dripped with blood.

Gunfire erupted just beyond the door, and I heard a voice boom out, "Nexus! I know you’re here. honey. Come out, and I won’t hurt your friends!"

The Kygad's jaw dropped. "The Huntress? Here?"

"Tap.Tap. Is this thing on?" A voice boomed over the sound system. "Huntress? Huntress, darling, The Contras are here." There was a pause and then the voice sang out, "The Contras are here to kick some ass, kick some ass, aaaaand claim the Nexus bounteeeeeee! Thank you Sundry Station! Woo!"

I clearly heard Maria, the bartender say, "This isn’t a bar you can come chase your bounties, for Frank's sake! If you don’t leave, I’ll shoot the lot of you." A rattle of bullets punctuated her words.

"Guys!" The Kygad in front of me waved his arms at the two Kygorians who'd entered the room. "Over here - the Glab is under the table."

I swung my stun baton in frustration and anger, and the Kygad crumpled to the ground. His breathing ceased, and his body temperature dropped by a quarter degree.

The Cosmic Peanut loosed a volley of bullets from under the table just as Screeeech flew into the room, claws first.

"Iota?" I hit my comms. "Things are crazy here. Two bounty hunter groups are fighting, and I just killed someone! Get Nexus to safety."

"Three bounty hunter groups," said Iota. "Don't forget the group that kidnapped Peanut, but you're right."

"Let the Hanadarian through!" The Huntress's voice came from just outside the door. "She's been through enough. Go on, honey. Grab your things. In the meantime, barkeeper, we're just going to search every room up here for the child, and you are going to step away."

I heard the clank of metal on metal, and then Maria said, "No way. You need to leave. Now."

Sara and Screeeech had the Kygorians under control, so I flattened myself against the wall just beside the door. That meant I was in a position to hear a faint plink and the Huntress whisper, "Dearie, you could have left your bar for just a little while, taken a quick sushi break while we did our business. But now, you're never walking out of here. The Huntress is going to paint the walls red with blood, and I'll start with yours."

"No one has to die! At least not by our hand." The Contra Gang leader who'd crooned over the sound system now sounded like he was at the stairs. "Huntress can waste time posturing. We'll just get what we came for!" The thunder of feet on the stairs drowned out any other sound.

Two dark matter batteries sat snug at my waist. What could my simple science-magic do against such forces?

Time seemed to slow, and it felt like someone else's hand reached into my bag and pulled out a glowing green plasma grenade. As if from a distance I heard my voice say, "This could even the odds."

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007 || Felix Leiter

Name: Felix Leiter Age: 32 - 46 Relationship: (verse depending) open for ships/exclusive ship Sexuality: Heterosexual Job: spy Faceclaims: Jack Lord; Jeffrey Wright; Alex O’Loughlin  Blog written by: @goodcryunicorn3​​​

Felix Leiter is a American CIA intelligence operative. upon his arrival at Kingston Airport James Bond is shadowed by a mysterious man in sunglasses. Bond goes to interview Quarrel at the Kingston docks, but finds the suspicious Cayman Islander to be uncooperative. Persisting with his questions in a local bar, Bond finally persuades his subject to talk in a back storeroom. There, however, the agent is jumped by Quarrel and the bar owner. Bond rapidly subdues them in a brief fight, only to be held at gunpoint by the mystery man from the airport. He reveals himself to be CIA agent Felix Leiter, and that not only are the two agents on the same mission, but Quarrel is helping Leiter. The CIA has traced the mysterious radio jamming of American rockets to the Jamaica vicinity, but aerial photography cannot pinpoint the exact location of its origin. Leiter is Bond's contact who supplies him with information on the case. Felix Leiter travels to Bond's hotel in Miami, where he finds him getting a massage from a girl, Dink. Leiter tells Bond about Auric Goldfinger and when his friend asks where he is, the CIA agent points him out just emerging from the hotel for his daily card game. Leiter and Johnny at the CIA play a crucial role in the attack on Fort Knox, and it's one of his colleagues that stops the atomic bomb with only seven seconds to spare. James Bond teams up with Felix Leiter to find a hijacked plane that was carrying two atomic bombs, which they eventually find along with the corpse of the phony NATO observer. He then watches over Domino while Bond is chased through town by Fiona Volpe and her SPECTRE agents. Bond is later rescued by Leiter from the underwater cave where bombs were concealed. Bond informs Felix of the location of the bomb and a platoon of US Navy Frogman attack Emilio Largo's men whilst James pursues Largo in his yacht, the Disco Volante. James Bond encounters Leiter whilst infiltrating the a diamond smuggling pipeline. After killing diamond smuggler Peter Franks, Bond swaps identities with the man and uses his corpse to smuggle African diamonds into the United States. At Los Angeles International Airport, James Bond meets Felix (posing as a customs official) and is taken by mafia hoods to a funeral parlour (the next link in the pipeline) where the body is cremated and the diamonds extracted. After passing the diamonds on, 007 is the victim of an assassination attempt, and only survives due to Leiter's prior swapping of the real diamonds with fakes. Bond telephones Leiter and informs him to bring the real merchandise quickly. On Ernst Stavro Blofeld's California oil rig, Leiter and the CIA begin a helicopter attack to assist Bond. After foiling Blofeld's plot they rescue both Bond and Tiffany Case. Felix is in New York investigating dictator Mr. Big, James Bond's new target. The pair travel to one of Big's fronts, the Fillet of Soul restaurant in Harlem, where Felix steps out for a moment, leaving Bond on his own. Meanwhile Bond was captured by Mr. Big leaving Leiter to return wondering where he was. A barkeep at the club said that he had left without him, leaving Leiter puzzled. Leiter, later returns to assist Bond after a crisis in Louisiana, dealing with Sheriff J.W. Pepper clearing up Bond's encounter with the local police. Leiter, now working for the DEA, and James Bond arrest a drug runner before parachuting into Leiter's wedding. On his honeymoon, fellow DEA agent Ed Killifer assisted in breaking Franz Sanchez out after accepting two million dollars from the drug dealer, Leiter is kidnapped and maimed by Sanchez by being lowered into a shark tank while his wife Della was raped and murdered. After being maimed, they threw his body back into his house and left a note saying "He disagreed with something that ate him". Bond, who was heading home had heard Sanchez's escape from an airport employee and went over and found Della dead, Leiter's office ransacked of his files and a bloodied Leiter. 007 soon answered a call intended for Leiter but soon informed him to call an ambulance. Bond, in the process was fired from MI6 and went rogue to take his revenge on Sanchez in this film for these actions. Near the end of the film after 007 killed Sanchez with Leiter's best man present, Leiter had almost recovered and while talking to Bond, he said he would be out of the hospital and Bond recommended some fishing, to which Leiter said that M had attempted to get to Bond and said he is rehiring him into MI6. Felix Leiter rescues James Bond from the Moroccan police in Tangiers after Bond's fake assassination of General Pushkin. He informs him of his findings of Brad Whitaker's dealings and their relation to General Koskov's plans. Later, after Bond escapes Afghanistan, he helps Bond navigate Whitaker's villa in Tangiers where he kills him and apprehends Koskov with help from General Pushkin. At the Casino Royale in Montenegro Leiter plays in the high-stakes poker game against James Bond and Le Chiffre. Unable to beat Le Chiffre, Leiter backs Bond with a $5 million buy in, after Bond misreads Le Chiffre's bluff, under the agreement that the CIA be the ones to arrest Le Chiffre after the game. Years following James Bond's mission in Bolivia, when MI6 scientist Valdo Obruchev was abducted by SPECTRE, Leiter and his partner, Logan Ash, were sent to track down Bond, and convince him to help track down Obruchev. Bond refused to help; however, he changed his mind after discovering that Obruchev was working on Project Heracles, a bioweapon containing nanobots that spread like a virus upon touch and are coded to specific DNA strands, so they were only dangerous if programmed to an individual's genetic code.

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[ramp-it-up]

Crossing the Bar

Pairing: Barkeep!Andy Barber x Reader x Barkeep! Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Summary: You’re ready for your closeup with Andy and Frank.

Part 11 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Open The Bar.

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. EXPLICIT. This has Everything: bi-sexual threesome. Porn with a lil bit of plot, toys, spit play, anal play, Daddy kink, boys kissing, oral sex all around, degradation kink, rimming, masturbation, double penetration, slapping, safe words, praise kink, tea bagging, breeding kink.

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You were only upside down for a couple of minutes, but the rush from being placed down in the middle of Andy’s apartment was heady. Or maybe it was being there with Frank and Andy again. You had not been there since you left them almost a year ago.

You turned around slowly, taking in the space. It was the same, but different. While you turned, your boys looked you over and then glanced at each other.

“Are you still sure you want to do this?”

Andy’s deep voice greeted you as you turned back towards him. You smiled slyly and walked toward him.

“You two started it a few minutes ago. You’re not backing down are you?” 

You stopped short of touching Andy and looked from him to Frank.

“Backing down from what, Baby Doll?”

“From making me feel what I’ve missed for the last 10 months. From making me your fucking cum hungry cockwhore like I said..”  

Your look made Frank’s eyes water and his cock throb. You turned back to Andy.  

“I want to feel you for days.”

“Fuck.” 

Andy breathed it low and slow, but as you palmed his dick through his leather pants, there was no mistaking his need. Frank came up behind you and kissed your neck, running his hands up and down both of you.  Andy looked at you both and gulped.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, Sweetheart. We’ve got some things to show you.”

Andy turned and grabbed your hand as Frank walked closely behind you.

The bed was the same king sized you used to sleep in; everything was basically the same, but as you looked around the room, you saw a couple of toys and lube laid out on the dresser. This was getting real. 

Your eyes must have been wide, because Frank spoke in soothing tones. 

“We don’t have to use any of those things, we could just hold you…”

You stamped your foot like a naughty child.

“If you don’t stop teasing me…”

“Don’t be a fucking brat!”  

Andy’s command made you whimper. Fuck. Daddy Andy was back, and you loved it. He grabbed your face and turned it toward him roughly.

“You’ve been teasing us for weeks. Tonight, we’re all going to get what we want. No going back.”

You were scared and thrilled all at the same time.

“Safe words? Do you remember them?”

You nodded your head, his grip still so tight, the inside of your cheeks rubbed against your teeth. He released you.

“Good girl.” 

That phrase had you dripping anew.

“What are they?”

“Sunshine and Rain.”

Andy grinned at you and then behind you, but you didn’t turn because Andy had you in his spell.

“Now go get that ass on the bed, back against the headboard.”

“Yes Daddy.”  

The way you said in that small voice made Andy rush to get his pants off. You now looked over to Frank to see that he was fully naked and fully erect.  He approached you on the side of the bed and you grabbed his cock, jerking it, spitting on it and  immediately putting it down your throat as Andy watched you.

“Holy shit, I forgot how nasty you were, Baby Doll.”  

Frank was looking down at you in admiration. He leaned back and closed his eyes. 

“I remember that you said you wanted to suck my soul out, but damn!”

You felt the bed dip as Andy came up on the other side of you, but you were busy deep throating Frank. Your throat was making lewd sounds as you fucked your mouth on his cock

“That fucking sound! I need some of that gluck gluck too, Sweetheart.”

You smiled up at both of them, chin wet with saliva as you leaned over and blessed Andy while jerking Frank off.

“Holy shit that mouth. I’ve missed it so so much.” 

Andy was moaning as you struggled to take his entire cock in your throat. You pulled off and dripped saliva all over the bed as you spoke.

“I’ve missed your cocks stretching my throat out. Y’all got me out here thirsty.”

You kissed Frank’s tip and then put both of them in your mouth.  You moaned around them as Frank grabbed Andy’s head and kissed him. Your boys were so sexy.

You hadn’t noticed that Andy had brought the long pink wand vibe to the bed, but you sure did when Frank placed it against your clit on the outside of your panties. 

Andy pulled your breasts free of your top, causing you to spill out and at first pinched your nipples lightly, and then as you started to moan louder, he tugged and roughly kneaded them. That sensation, along with the wand on your clit made you cum for the second time, squirming under the assault of the vibe. You moaned loudly, causing Frank to groan and Andy to pulse a little pre cum down your throat. 

“Take it. You don’t want to be teased right? Take it like a woman.” 

Frank held the wand to your soaked clit for a few more seconds, prolonging your orgasm, and then gave you a reprieve when he saw fit.

“Good girl. What’s your word?”

You licked them both clean and leaned back and widened your legs, ready for more.

“Sunshine,” you said with a smile. Then, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, giving them the opportunity to slap your mouth and face with their cocks.

“Look at you, face all ruined because you’re sucking two dicks at once. You like that? Such a fucking slut.”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes Daddy.”

Then you gently tugged them closer and started alternatively sucking their balls, your moans sending shivers up their spines. Andy grabbed Frank’s head for a kiss and Frank started jacking Frank’s cock as you sucked his sack.

“Are you gonna fucking cum in my hand and all over Baby Doll’s face? You’re my cum slut too, aren’t ya, Andrew?”

You could have cum again as Andy whimpered in Frank’s grip. Suddenly, Frank stopped and swiped Andy’s head clean of pre cum, then thrust his thumb into your mouth.

“Better yet, I want you to suck my balls while Andy fucks you.” 

Frank looked down at you.

“We only cum inside you tonight. Gonna fill you up.”

“Please…” You whimpered.

Andy pulled you off of the bed so that you could finally be rid of your dress. He laid you down across the bed and leaned down between your wide spread legs. You were oh so ready to be penetrated.

“Wait!” Frank’s interjection stopped the show.

“I need to taste. Both of you.”

You leaned up on your elbows and watched as Frank sucked Andy off deep and slow, and then stroked him as he leaned down and licked a long, filthy stripe from one end to the other of your slit.

“Fucking hell. So good. Can’t wait to taste our cum drip out of you.”

Andy was a little unsteady as he came back to you, climping up as he hooked your knees in his hands and brought them up to your armpits.

He lined up at your pulsing cunt and dipped in shallowly, teasing you slightly, although you wouldn’t dare say that again tonight. You looked up to see Frank jacking his dick above you and then your eyes rolled back into your head as Andy sunk his long thick dick between your pussy lips and into your tight canal.

“Oh my god, Frank. She’s so tight. So fucking tight….”

His voice broke and trailed off as Andy dropped his head into the hollow of your neck. You could only utter short whimpering screams in your throat as you teabagged Frank. You watched his hand start to stutter as the sight of Andy wrecking you was getting him too close. He stopped and shifted up to the head of the bed as Andy pulled out and then started fucking you from behind.

“Fuck yes!”

Andy pounded you into Franks balls as you licked him, your tongue occasionally slipping and  teasing his hole. Then you deep throated him.

Frank let out a shout and then he pulled away, pulsing a little precum down your throat, but not giving way fully.

“Naughty girl.” Frank slapped your face lightly. “You were trying to get me to cum, weren’t you?” 

He grabbed your neck as Andy started pounding mercilessly. His grip tightened and you saw stars.

“Word?”

“Sun….fuck. Shine!”

You croaked as you came around Andy’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. He slipped out of you, semi-hard and gllistening with your combined slick, the first to cum inside you.  You collapsed and watched as Frank sucked your juices off Andy and your heart grew two sizes as you witnessed the look on Andy’s face as he carded his fingers through Frank’s hair. Your heat felt light.

Frank stopped, kissed Andy, winked at you and then went to get the biggest butt plug you’d ever seen. It had to be at least four inches long, thick at the base and tapered. Your eyes were huge as you watched Frank lube it up. 

Andy was cooing in your ear now, massaging and playing with your nipples again. Frank came near and smiled at you. You nodded and spread your legs as Frank toyed with your clit with his thumb. You closed your eyes and groaned as the the pink butt plug got inserted, Andy watching and licking his lips. It felt huge, but it wasn’t as big as either of them.

“Remember when I said I wanted to fuck you? Well, I want to fuck you like this.”

And Frank slid inside you, pushing Andy’s cum along the way, your passage slick, but still snug.

“Fuck, how?” Frank asked the air. “How are you still so fucking tight?”

“Cause she’s our good little cumslut, aren’t you Sweetheart?”

Andy looked down at you as he held your legs open for Frank. All you could do was moan, because you were feeling full with Frank and the plug inserted. You reached for Andy and started sucking his cock, loving having all of your holes filled.

Andy read your mind.

“Oh, but you’re greedy aren't’ you? You love this don’t you? You’re in heaven. Something in each hole? Do we need a third, Frank?”

Your body involuntarily clenched down at that thought. Frank chuckled. 

“She’s a greedy little slut alright. She loves it Andy. But let’s just stick with the toys for now.”

They both leaned down and started kissing you, all tongues intertwined obscenely. You tugged on their hair as they feasted on you.  Then Andy and Frank kissed as Frank pounded his cum into you.

You panted and fingered your clit as you watched the boys kiss and play with each other after Frank pulled out. You felt insatiable. They noticed, and then Andy slapped your hands away, flipping you over, ass up. Someone slipped the plug out and then they both took turns licking your sloppy slit and eating your ass as they watched you squirm.

Then, you felt the lube at your back door.  You shivered from the cold, and from anticipation.

“I want this first.” It was Andy

“That means I get that sloppy pussy again.” 

Frank was back to hard and grinning at you. You never wanted anything so much in your life.

You moaned and arched your back, ready for the attack. You tensed a little because of how big Andy was, but he reached around for your clit as he put the huge tip of his dick inside your ass. He circled two fingers around your plucky nerve endings as you watched Frank jacking off. It inspired you push back onto Andy and he slid home, the stretch uncomfortable at first, but becoming pure pleasure as you saw the look on Frank’s face, eyes dilated, mouth agape.

“You’re a goddess, beautiful.”

Frank kissed you as Andy thrust shallowly, then more fully as Frank scooted under you to enter your cunt. Andy stopped as Frank stuffed himself into your now even tighter channel, being full of Andy on the other side.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh.”

You sighed and leaned back against Andy.

“How’re you feeling, Sweetheart?”  His deep, soft voice was like velvet as you started moving slowly.

“Full. So full. Like I’m full of... Sunshine.”

Andy grasped your waist while Frank held your ass cheeks apart for Andy. Your sounds were everything.

“Look like a fucking angel.” 

Frank was in awe of you.

“So fucking good for us, love.”  

Andy kissed your shoulders as they rocked you between them, giving you the most pleasurable sensation you’d ever known. They were right. You were greedy.

“More, give me more, harder. Please!”

You were begging for them to ruin you, and your wish was their command.

“You like our cocks inside you at once?”

“Want us to use your holes for our pleasure?”

“Does it make you feel good to be fucked by our big dicks?”

“I can feel you fluttering around me? Are you close?”

“Jesus, your ass is fluttering too? You liked being fucked in this glorious ass, Sweetheart?”

“You like it when I’m fucking this sloppy, beautiful cunt?”

“You were made for us, darling.”

“You’re ours…”

Their incessant praise helped lifted you higher. And the realization that everyone was here for the same reason, love, made your heart shatter as you came, more intensely than you ever had in your life, being held by the men that you loved. Your cries commingled in the echoes of Andy’s apartment.

Andy was holding you on the bed, cleaned up a little by a warm washcloth as Frank went to run you a bath. 

“I love you,” He whispered, as he stroked your arm.  

“I love you too.” You had never stopped 

“Thank you.”

You leaned up. “For what?” Andy just smiled weakly and then stand up and lift you off the bed to take you into the bathroom.

“I can walk!” 

You protested when he put you down.

“You sure?” replied Frank as you teetered on your feet. They had ruined you, but you just jutted up your chin and let him help you into the tub. You raised your eyebrow as Andy went to the shower.

Frank made sure that the bath was just the right temperature as Andy started to get clean. You sank down into the steaming water as he sprinkled epsom salts for you. 

“Thank you, Frank.”

He leaned over and tilted your chin up, giving you a gentle kiss. 

“Anything for you. I love you.”

You smiled wide at him.

“I love you too, Frank.” It was true. And you were happy. Now go join Andy. And give me a show.”

Frank raised his eyebrow at you and gave you a wink as he joined Andy in the shower, reaching for him. You ran your hands over your used and satisfied body as you watched the men you love love each other.

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